Professor Merrythought Novels & Stories

The whole café was watching this with interest. “Hush now mortal, look, look there,” he pointed at empty air in front of his eyes. “A red hot planet is moving towards its doom,” he said. “And you know why?” Maverick asked café employee. The employee simply shook his head, he was tightly gripped by Maverick. “Because it has been kissed by death itself,” as he said this he looked at Eve and Eve started looking down. “MAVERICK!” The professor yelled his name. “You were in detention the last time I recall, what are you doing here,” The professor asked.

I think I should really cancel the class today. Me: Wow, It means I'll get the reward now. My hottie Professor: No. I was just kidding. I'm not cancelling the class. I pouted sadly. Me: Why? My hottie Professor: Because I have planned something after college. We need time more than one lecture. I made O mouth. Me: Now you're increasing my excitement more. I'm getting so desperate to get my reward. My hottie Professor: I can vividly see this. Now let me make an announcement.

Taking a deep breath, Daffodil decided she felt comfortable enough with the professor to share her secret. “Professor Theodore… I am a Half-Myth.” Theodore’s mood had lifted considerably when he’d followed Daryl down, realizing as the girl rambled, that she was making something up. It was incredibly amusing to stand outside Beryl’s class and see her glare at all three of them, as though daring them to interrupt her lessons. Walking up the stairs and back to the Library, the professor had grown rather amused at Daryl’s extremely far-fetched stories of Beryl’s and

“Miss Evans, we finally meet.” The teacher stands at the front of the room. Professor Mirelda Stone. Her name fits her perfectly. She looks like she was carved from stone. Black hair wound tight in a bun, shiny cold green eyes that is scary and a faint scar that runs down her neck……..I pity whoever gave her that. She taps a long wooden wand against the desk. “You have quite the reputation,” her tone sounds dry, the words are slow, like she is mocking me or something. I open my mouth to explain.

“You’re making it worse.” “Fine,” I said, smirking slightly. “I’ll be subtle.” She rolled her eyes and walked off. I followed anyway. Later, during morning theory, something odd happened. One of our Professors, Mr Maren was lecturing about pack hierarchies when a flicker appeared on the screen behind her. At first, no one noticed. The projector stuttered, then a video started playing. It wasn’t part of the lesson.

Then, lower: “Have you thought about what I asked?” I turned to look at him and opened my mouth. “Miss Mercer.” Professor Hemsley’s voice from the front was pleasant and precise. “Given that you’ve arrived with limited time remaining, I’d suggest using it.” I closed my mouth. Faced forward. Theo made a quiet sound beside me that wasn’t quite a laugh. I picked up my pen and stared at the paper when it was turned over and told my brain to function like a person who had definitely reviewed these notes and not spent the last twelve hours thinking about everything except Victorian literature.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

Doug's smile grew even more wicked. "Professor Morty hasn't slept with Professor Campbell yet, huh? Fine, I'll show some mercy. I'll let Professor Morty watch from the side while I fuck Professor Campbell. At least that way, he'll get some satisfaction—if only mentally."

Five minutes later, she gave me the answer I wanted and hurried out of her office. After I was sure I had everyone's attention, I rubbed my palms together and cleared my throat. “Good morning, everyone. Unfortunately, Professor Milgram had to attend to an emergency and she won't be able to take her class today. With her permission, we'll be having Advanced Literature instead.”