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.

someone spoke in inarticulate Draconian just then. A middle-aged balding foreigner with blonde hair and blue eyes strode in just then. He was carrying a large briefcase and seemed so pompous that he was oblivious to the murderous vibe in the hall. "Hmph." Titus did not appear deterred that his impulse for payback was thwarted. Turning toward Glen, he smiled faintly. "Mr. Turnbull, this is Professor Roberts, who works at a famous university abroad. He's the global leading authority in virology and infectious diseases—he can deal with any conditions, no matter how difficult it might be."

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.

“Can you shut up and let us eat in peace?” "Actually, I expect hospitality from you. I heard you are a professor. Is that true?” Shanon touched Anthony's thigh and gave him a code to stay calm. The thing Tessa wanted most was to screw them over. Shanon warned Anthony not to give the woman what she wanted. “I'm a professor in the economics department.” “Wow, cool. How about you, Jamie?” Smiling stiffly, Jammie answered with slightly forced calm. “I'm an architect.”

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark co

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

Jesus my head hurts. “Alpha, maybe we could give Bonnie a few minutes to wake up before we start with the questions?” A guy in a white coat says as he walks into the room and over to my bed. He's an older man with streaks of grey in his hair and crazy bright blue eyes and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he was a looker when he was younger.

“You’re both ridiculous.” Clara leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, the professors practically worship you, right? Dr. Martins said you solved that diagnosis faster than anyone in his ten years of teaching.” Heat crept up my neck. “He did not.” “Oh, he did,” Mike confirmed. “I heard him talking about you in the lounge. Said you’ve got a mind sharper than most wolves he’s met.”

Ria’s POV I have a problem, a very serious problem that’s going to need more than therapy to solve it. The problem is that I'm horny for three of my professors, and every single one of them has me in detention today. Professor Kade teaches history. Tall, dark hair silvering at the temples, broad shoulders, and big biceps he hides in button down shirts. He's strict in a way that makes me want to misbehave on purpose. I've talked back in his class fourteen times this semester. Yes. I counted.

"So how's everything?" "Still torture," I said truthfully. "But I'm getting better at it now." "You are," she agreed in a quiet tone. For some reason, her approval made me smile with pride. Then, Ms. Grace, our professor appeared. She wore her usual lab coat with a lab goggle hanging around her neck. Her bright crimson lips pressed together with a serious look. Ms. Grace is the youngest professor in this school. She got her Ph.D. when she was only twenty, so I really looked up to her. Biology is the only class I take alone since Cammie and Alyssa also have their favorites.