Novel & Cerita Professor Merrythought

professor Hunter said. “That’s my heart’s cry. Guys, let’s forget about Charlotte, drink your sorrows away. I will pay the bills,” professor MacPherson said. “Alright, boss,” Kayden and professor Hunter said. “Waitress! Bring more drinks,” professor MacPherson said. The waitress carried a tray of beers and walked to professor MacPherson and his friends. She placed the contents on the table and walked away. “C’mon, Dine!” professor MacPherson said.

Isa had persistent trouble staying focused the rest of the week. She couldn't tell if she was dreading the approaching Friday... or anticipating it. The size of the class dwindled significantly. Readings were lengthy, assignments rigorous, but Isa found the subject fascinating. And as intimidating as he was, Professor Ashford was a captivating and charismatic lecturer. He was extremely well-versed and knowledgeable in his field, warranting his many accolades and respect amongst peers. The week flew by, Isa almost forgetting about their post-class encounter on the first day...

I keep my eyes on my professor who sat so still you’d think he was a statue. “Good things take time.” Leo grinned at me and then whistles. “You look like you wanted to be eaten up.” I see my professor stiffen, he made that possible somehow. “But it’s still kids friendly.” Jessica defends. A simple sleeved shirt, with a corset on top and a mini wide legged short, paired with flat boots. “Shall we go?” I watch Cecilia and Jessica leave, I hang back to watch how my professor will respond. He finally leaves the island, walking to the door with his eyes focusing on the door.

Ariel’s POV The rain lashed against Professor Grayson’s window. I hadn’t planned on being here, in his private space. The rain pounding the roof filled the awkward silence as I stood by his kitchen counter, my paint stained fingers fidgeting like the hem of my equally stained t-shirt. “I’m sorry about this,” I said for what felt like the hundredth time. “I should have checked the weather forecast before agreeing to stay late.” He moved in his kitchen as gracefully as he did in front of his students. He was the youngest professor in the art history department at twenty eight, but he carried himself with the gravity of a much older man.

I answered, seemingly uninterested. “Clevincent Madriano Suitarez! He’ll be our professor for our major subject all year. Oh my gosh, I’m definitely not going to be absent,” my friend said, still holding onto my arm. But I couldn’t help but smile at what Sheila said, good thing she didn’t see it.

"Come, anchor your frame here for a moment. Mbok shall procure a glass of water to stabilize you." I desperately regulated my erratic breathing while awaiting Mbok Parti’s return. My internal network was practically vibrating with an unbearable impatience to decode the solution. Yet conversely, a parallel wave of acute horror paralyzed my system. What catastrophic wreckage would manifest if my dark hypotheses proved to be entirely valid? I possessed zero psychological capacity to visualize a scenario where the ruthless professor who had repeatedly violated the sanctity of my flesh sat enthroned upon a matrimonial stage alongside my own closest companion. "Here you are, Non. Consume this imme

“You’re more of an idiot than I thought. Delilah’s mother left behind immense wealth and prestige to be with her rogue companion. Do you seriously think a woman like that would be impressed?” “You may be right. I’m sorry.” “The Hunts may not have wealth in the tangible sense, but they have wealth in honesty and integrity—something Nocturne Academy severely lacks.” We were interrupted by my office intercom buzzing. I answered with a press of a button. “Yes, Ms. Stewart?” “I am sorry to interrupt, but Professor Draven is here to speak with you.” “Tell Professor Draven to schedule an appointment,” I replied. “I tried, but he insists. He says it’s about Ms. Hunt.”

LILY’S POV~ Is that Professor Derrin’s substitute? He is dang cute! I can't believe a thought like that would land me in something I never dared imagine. Who could this stunning professor be, the hot, sexy devil? How has he had every girl on campus drop their panties for him? To make things worse, my next-door neighbor is my psych professor. I am failing his class, and now I'm in his black book. The memories from last night came haunting me as I got ready for his class.

Ava Sterling couldn't breathe. Not because the classroom was warm — the AC was humming softly. Not because the students were loud — they were stunned silent. But because he was standing ten feet in front of her. Dr. William Reid. Same cutting jawline. Same intense eyes. Same smug, unreadable expression. Only now he wasn’t some random man in a dark club. He was her professor. Ava sank lower in her seat, heart hammering against her ribs. Camille nudged her under the desk.

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.