Professor Novels & Stories

There's a note written on his holo-display. "The study of animals is referred to as zoology," the note says. "Uhh, thanks." A second later, we all hear footsteps and turn our heads to the front. "Hello class," a thin professor with small round glasses and spiky green hair says. The professor takes a sip of what I think is coffee from his thermos. Afterward, he starts to talk really, really, really fast. "I am Professor Runn. Professor Ruun is my name. It is. It is. It is."

I laugh. “You’re right, I can’t imagine you waking up with a prostate the size of my big-ass head,” I say and he hums in agreement after laughing. “You can bend over, I’ll stick my finger up there and check it out for you. I’m a professional.” I offer. He rejects me almost immediately. “On second thoughts, I’d rather worry about what you have to tell me.” He says, switching the conversation to where we were originally headed. “Oh, right,” I murmur.

"W-Why?" I stuttered. I have swallowed the rice even though I haven't chewed it much yet. I think I'm gonna get choked. She smirked. "He's our professor in Algebra.” I was dumbfounded. He really is a professor. I couldn't understand why I felt nervous and scared. Did I really think he would go to school to study again? Fuck, I just want to transfer to another school. My gut is telling me that I should stay away from Rajiv. I feel like something bad is going to happen whenever we bump into each other.

This particular chapter I made in an attempt to introduce my characters to the readers. Please, everyone, enjoy yourselves with this mini-theater. First week. Monday morning. Their first lecture is Professor Ghulam's class. Who is Professor Ghulam, you ask? He is their English Lecturer, a European man that migrated from France. His wife is a Malaysian woman. Professor Ghulam's actual name is Ghulam Stravosky. He is a fifty-three years old handsome man. He is the tallest male in the college, standing on imposing height of six feet and eight inches.

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

After that, they all pointed at the old professor who had suddenly rushed in. When the principal saw this person, he could only bottle up the anger in his heart. He could not afford to mess with the old professor. This old professor was the titular professor of their medical school, and he was highly reputable in their school. He was also a highly respected acupuncture master in Isonbert, known as Dr. Watte. There were many people who wanted to seek Dr. Watte’s expertise to cure their illness, and countless had asked for his help. There were also countless people wh

The whole class is talking about professor Zain and I'm smiling like an idiot thinking about him. What's happening to me? Stop thinking about him, Inaya. He's your professor. I mentally scolded myself for thinking about him. I don't want to think about him but still, I'm thinking about him. There is seriously something wrong with me. Three lectures passed away in thinking about my hottie professor. Now it is break time and I'm still thinking about him, sitting in the cafeteria with Anu and Vikas.

Arc 25: The Professor's Office His name is Professor Crane. First name Daniel. Forty-four years old. Reads Neruda aloud in afternoon lectures in a voice that does things to the inside of my chest that have absolutely nothing to do with poetry appreciation and everything to do with the fact that I am twenty-six years old and doing my Masters degree and sitting in the third row every Tuesday and Thursday specifically because the third row is where the light from the tall windows hits his face in a way that makes it difficult to concentrate on anything he's saying.

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys ca

The lecture hall had emptied hours ago. Professor Marcus Kane, 42 years old, sat behind his desk in his private office. He was known as one of the strictest professors on campus, tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp eyes, and an aura of authority that made students both fear and crave his approval.