Professor Novels & Stories

He’s close now, he looks at me as if he’s studying me. “Higher, stretch.” His hand moving near my ribcage but not touching. “I need to see how the muscles look.” I stretch higher. His eyes track the movement of my body like he’s memorizing equations. “Turn slowly.” He takes a deep breath. “Something wrong, Professor?” “Your posture.” His voice sounds strained. “Your back curves here.” His finger runs down my back, the first time he’s touched me since I stripped. “Do you feel that?”

Professor Smith said seriously. "Why?" old Mr. Elijah asked. "I mean, I'm sure I'll keep it safe." This professor was really strange, he only said half of what he said every time. They say that the end of science is theology, and this professor doesn't look too normal. The other side. Kourtney was about to leave the dinner to go back to rest when she stood up, she saw a familiar figure. This person, although she had only met once, in any case, will not forget.

Like a child, he stubbornly turned his head away to demonstrate his firmness and even pulled his hand away from Ivy's to protest. "Grandpa," Ivy squeezed his wrist. "My college professor, Professor Smith, has a close friend named Schneider. He's a neurology specialist at the top hospital in City A. His surgeries have almost never failed. Even your attending physician recommended him. If you agree, I'll ask Professor Smith to arrange it. What do you think?" "Ivy..."

His deep voice reverberated and they sounded sincere enough. But something hold Maya that this man was not sorry at all. "My name is Doctor Alexander Grey but you can call me Professor Grey." He pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose, looking at each student in turn. "We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things."

I state and she nods while typing, but as she enters my rank and name a beep sounds. "Captain it looks like there is an active note on your file. Council member Hik has requested a meeting with you," she says and my stomach leaps as I hear the name of the council member who handles retirement. "Is he available," I ask trying to keep my voice even and she nods. "He is. I will beep him. Give me a moment," she replies before pressing another button. "Councilman Hik, Captian Cull from planet Shikaz is here," she states and the clear button flashes green.

T for short. But wait! Did she just call me dumb? The whole table erupted into laughter. "Man Gabz, you are the queen of savage." Topher gave her a high five. "Yeah, but you do know that I have a master's degree in Electrical Engineering?" I stated proudly. "I did not know that!" Gabz sounded surprised. "So why don't you use it?" "I do babe. I am a professor at The University of Toronto." "You are fucking kidding me!" She gasped.

"Wow, thanks, Micah. Wait, how'd he know I'm enrolled at UMU?" Stuttering, he answers, "I-I don't know," then calls out, "Uh, Professor Benoit." An attractive woman waves. She looks too young to be a professor, but she greets, "Ms. Ajay Vernon? Pleased to meet you." "Same, Professor. Thanks so much for helping me." "Don't thank me too soon. Micah, please get Ms. Vernon her breakfast."

Not from my pride. He nods, slow and deliberate. The room seems to hold its breath, charged with something I can’t name. I need to leave. Delilah was right: this man could be my downfall if I’m not careful. Crushing on a professor is a disaster waiting to happen. One mistake and I’m screwed. “Thank you again,” I say, pointing toward the card on his desk, keeping my tone professional. “I’ll make sure my profile is in your email before the next lesson.”

It covers algebra, functions and more. Prof. Jean Jackobo is not just a professor but a doctor and a master's degree. He who wore a calm look and a poker face. But that face can kill. He is known as the "Terror" among teachers in their department. He is called like that because he CAN'T help himself but give students a failing grade. [5.0]

"Good morning class. My name is Dr. Alqamar San Diego and I will be your professor in Biochemistry for the whole year," Shit.