Professor Novels & Stories

As I walked in, Professor Adrian froze up seeing me in his office. “Have a seat miss Carter.” “Thank you” “What brings you here?” Cut the crap. I said internally. “My project” “What about it Miss Carter” “You said I should re-write it.” “Yes, do that” “Why?” “The structuring is poor and the whole work looks rushed” He was right. “Miss Carter if you don't understand this topic I could give you a different one” There it was again. Miss Carter. “That would be nice” He got up from his desk and went to the filing cabinet. He had both his sleeves rolled up, revealing a lean muscular arm. I watched his muscles flex as he searched through the filing cabinet.

Connor appeared at the cafe's entrance wearing a sharp suit. His distinguished air and tall stature were eye-catching, and many people in the cafe sneaked a look at him, unable to hide their admiration. A handsome man in his early 30s stood beside Connor, his presence equally captivating. Phoebe recognized him as Harry Dupont, a professor in Alden College's computer science faculty. When browsing the tech forum, she had learned that he was researching the stability of AI data-driven systems.

My body was still humming with unfinished hunger. “Alright, everyone, settle down,” the homeroom teacher, Mrs. Fran, called out. “We have a new professor joining us today. A man of strict discipline and high moral standards. He’ll be taking over Anatomy for the rest of the term. Please give a warm welcome to Professor Jayden Cross.” The door opened. My breath caught. It was him.

Professor Murphy says as their walking towards the security booth. “Thank you Professor,” Aron speaks for the first time since they’ve arrived. Professor Murphy has been teaching in law school for 25 years now. He may be old but his teaching techniques are better than any of the teachers there. Everyone loves him as he’s humble and takes care of his students without discrimination. Aron and Ashley are happy as Professor Murphy is the one going with them as he’s funny and they’ll be comfortable with him.

I could get used to this—being treated like a queen. As we descended the stairs, I took in more of the house’s splendor. The place was magnificent, every detail carefully crafted. My eyes landed on a large portrait of him hanging on the wall—Professor Maverick, his piercing gaze staring back at me. He was so damn hot, even more in that portrait. I thought I had hit the jackpot when I started dating Fenris, but Professor Maverick? This was beyond jackpot.

And that will be achieved in a few days. "Ivy, the math professor needs to speak with you urgently in his room," Georgia, the secretary, informs me as soon as I enter the hall. "Okay! Thanks, Georgia!" Speaking of Professor Franklin Aragon. He is one of the best math teachers at this university. The man sleeps and wakes up with numbers, and if you play around, he drinks, eats, and breathes numbers too. However, since we're approaching the final stages, I've noticed his eyes on me. It's not entirely bad. After all, he's a handsome man and has a presence that catches the attention of the ladies. However, you can be sure that I hav

He emitted a quiet groan with an exhausted sound to it. “May I help you, Sir?” Dean looked up startled, now realizing his preoccupation blinded him to those around him. “Oh, sorry no. It is just a long day and the position is weighing on me. I need you to contact someone for me. A Professor Gains, I don’t know whether he is still teaching or retired now. I need to speak to him urgently.” The researcher’s words ran through Dean’s head even as he spoke to the mage before him. “Yes, Sir. I’ll start right now.”

I said, trying to convince her and myself too. She looked at me as if checking me out so I diverted my gaze, trying to focus my attention to Professor Esquerra. Prof. Jeremy Esquerra is also a good-looking guy like Prof. Trystan Fortez. Both of them are also good friends. Prof. Esquerra is our school doctor. He smiles often and more approachable than Prof. Fortez but I still find the latter more attractive. I am wondering why Professor Fortez is not yet here.

The lecture hall at Evergreen University buzzed with the low murmur of students settling into their seats for the afternoon session. The air carried the faint scent of old books, coffee, and anticipation. At the front of the room, Dr. Ronan Hale stood like a commanding presence, tall and impeccably dressed in a tailored black button-down shirt and dark trousers that accentuated his powerful frame. At 38, he was the most respected — and feared — literature professor on campus. His salt-and-pepper hair was styled with precision, and his sharp gray eyes scanned the room with quiet, piercing authority.

My breath caught as I typed his name into the search bar: Professor Black. His account was private, but his profile picture…God, that picture was enough to undo me. His face was in profile, strong jawline catching the light. The first two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing just enough of his chest. And there, peeking from the collarbone, black ink twisted into a tattoo.