Professor Novels & Stories

I start the long and futile work of reporting the comments and reporting the accounts. Until I find one comment that catches my eye. “I just saw this professor guy few hours ago with his family, do you think they know he sleeps with his students?” I press the report and block button and start to leave for his family house.

So I'll forget those useless argument earlier and focus to him. " Good morning Class. " he greeted us like a CEO in a prestigious company. Para siyang hindi professor actually. Dala niya na ngayon ang white board marker at yun lang. I also admire him because of his intelligence. Siya yung tipo ng professor na hindi na nag dadala ng kahit na anong textbooks even laptop kapag mag tuturo! Pero siguro kaya wala siyang dalang laptop ay dahil fresh start pa lang naman ng pasukan.

I whispered. "Indeed." Replied Saachi. This Lr was dark with few windows. Only 3 fans which threatened to fall at any moment now and benches were old. I sighed. I took a seat with trio in the middle row on second bench. First bench was empty. The bell rang and instantly professor came in. He was short and dark in his late forties. His eyes immediately met mine. He had an intense aura around him, his body language spoke AUTHORITY. "He is the last year's HOD, isn't he?" I whispered looking at Saachi. She nodded

She was serving as their liaison. "Yes..." Elinor answered and Stella looked at the professor again before they started walking again. "That's Professor Henry," She said, "He teaches History and Tactical geography here," She added, "It's probably not him. I must be getting obsessed with this to start hearing his voice everywhere. Or maybe it was a similar note of tone to the one I already know." She said with a smile. Stella frowned for a moment then nodded. And Elinor realized that she was going to investigate it anyway.

"Xavier! As soon as I called out to him, he knew what I meant and came right over to help the professor. At the same time, I noticed that a great deal of blood was pouring between my fingers, and I hastily put another hand over the wound. It looks like a serious injury, and at this rate, the professor's going to die. My eyes almost instantly turned red. Although the professor has done a lot of wrong, but his nature is not bad, his goal is actually only one, that is to pursue scientific breakthrough. He is a scourge of drugs, he is also a teacher I admire, is the world's most appreciate my talent.

Professor Stern who was watching everything from the sidelines muttered calmly. Unlike the fans who were increasingly excited by what they were seeing, the professor was very calm. Yes, just like Cronos had stated earlier, Professor Jackson was not a combat type. At least, he was not a direct combat type. He didn’t fight his battles through direct confrontation, for he was not one who possessed unreal power in his fists like Professor Stern neither was he a master of weapons like Grandmaster Cairo. His specialty was elsewhere, and he had been banned from using his s

Sam introduced me. “Hm, very good news. I am seeking my next protégé and from what I just saw and heard--this girl is an artist and a connoisseur. It’s what I am searching for. I am professor Mark Anderson,” the bald guy outstretched his wrinkled hand towards me and I gave him a confused smile, as I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you…um, sir,” I struggled. “He was my tutor and is also teaching in the local college. I owe him a lot. He is very patient and skillful. I have learned a lot from him.” Samuel complimented.

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

Roy questioned, his facial muscles projecting an aura of deep, unmitigated concern. I systematically engineered an immediate, artificial smile, deploying a defensive wall to shroud the chaotic nature of my internal calculations. "The situation is entirely managed," I fabricated smoothly. I shifted the display screen to reveal the call logging interface to his position—an operational maneuver safeguarded by the reality that I had long since codified his identity under the digital pseudonym of 'The Killer Professor.' "Look... my primary academic advisor has suddenly commanded an emergency review session. It appears the most optimal tactic is for my frame to secu

A wave of murmurs spread across the hall, but it sounded distant like I was underwater. He stepped forward, calmly. “Hello everyone. I’m Thiago De la Cruz—your new professor.” His voice, that same deep voice that asked if I wanted to sleep against his chest all night. My grip tightened around my pen. I couldn’t breathe properly. Then his eyes met mine. I inhaled sharply as my stomach flipped. A flicker of recognition and shock flashed across his face. His hand tightened slightly around the marker, just for a second but it disappeared just as fast. His expression went blank again.