Professor Novels & Stories

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.

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I took my seat in the front row, thighs pressed tight together under the desk to hide the way my cock was already stirring at the mere sight of him. Professor Richard stood at the podium in his tailored navy button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms, looking every inch the respected academic. His voice rolled through the room—deep, measured, and authoritative—as he dissected postmodern fragmentation like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. But his eyes kept finding mine. Each time they did, heat licked down my spine.

“Mr. Cole, Miss Lessie. The Vice Chancellor is expecting you.” She gestured toward the double doors. I took a deep breath. “This is it,” I muttered under my breath. Taide pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. Three professors were already seated: Professor Clive from Political Science, Dr. Alara from Media Studies, and of course Professor Dante. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of him. He was sitting calmly beside the others, dressed in his usual black, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded loosely in his lap.

That's disgusting. Professor Lucien Drake is obviously good-looking—standing at six feet, with flawless skin and perfect teeth. He’s probably a sight for the female teachers’ sore eyes. Actually, female students like him too, but whenever they approach him, he doesn’t entertain them—which brought about the name Grumpy Pants. "As I said, I could report you to the school disciplinary committee, but..." I don’t wait for him to finish. My heart somersaults in panic, pounding so loud it feels like it might burst through my chest. Cold tile presses against my knees as I fall, begging him like my life depends on it.

"So you're saying it doesn't connect?" Snickers from the back grow louder. "I'm saying it's outside the scope of this lesson." He tilted his head just slightly. "Or maybe it's difficult to connect?" More laughter and whispers. Heat crawled up my neck. "How does she not know the answer to a student's question... but she calls herself a professor" Someone whispered loud enough for me to hear. I don't know if he was deliberately trying to make me an object of mockery but it was genuinely pissing me off.

I wanted to assume that it was because of my answer so I let myself, I don't think anyone had ever died because of being assuming. "Okay, since everyone already introduced themselves, let me have my turn, also." His voice was so manly, even if he doesn't look like the type of guy to teach young students, I must admit that he really looks hot, especially when he wore those specs. "My name is Klenz Watson, an engineer and will currently be your professor in math and physics." He started to walk and tapped every tables that he'll walk pass through. "I've been doing this for a lot of time and a lot of students are probably familiar with my presence." My breathing

Upon looking at Xavier, he bowed and said respectfully, “Mr. Hunter, how come you stopped here? This is your place and you can come in at any time.” “I know, but your professor wants me to get an appointment,” Xavier said to the professor. “Do you know who he is? He is the chairman, founder, and biggest shareholder of this university. Apologize right away or else,” the dean blasted at the professor. Hearing the dean’s words, the professor's face was drained of blood. He is looking pale, and his face is filled with fear.

"Good morning, everyone. I am Rajiv Ahmad Suvillan and I will be your professor in English Literature. Please, be seated.” He motioned everyone to sit down. The students followed immediately... except for me. My feet were rooted on the floor. I couldn't move as I stared dumbfoundedly at Rajiv in front of me. My chest was pounding so hard and it felt like a cold water had been poured on me. It never failed to surprise me every damn time we meet each other. Is this a joke, dear God?

Chapter 3 Scheid's POV "Is it really okay with you, sir, to add another student to your class? I heard that your five calculus classes are full because of the number of students transferring to your class. Well, it seems like I haven't heard any complaints from you..." said Mr. Grospe, the sixty-two-year-old head of Mathematics department. A tall and chubby professor who you might mistake for Santa Claus because of his thick and white beard.