Professor Paradox Novels & Stories

“Professor, let’s stop here. My brain can’t take it anymore.” I complain to Professor Fortez. My temple is pulsing painfully. I reached my limit already. This Professor of mine is a monster. He is very strict while teaching me. He doesn’t like so many red marks on my paper. He wants everything to be perfect.

She sat back, her arms crossing as she ventured deep into the equation. It could be true that her professor is Jackson's father, however she needs more concrete proof. She's seen a lot of people with the same features around campus. Black hair, blue eyes, tall frame. Some of the guys have the same brown eyes and brown hair, or same blonde hair and green eyes. None of them are related, but some of their outside features can allow them to pass as siblings or maybe even cousins. Could it be a simple coincidence that Professor Thompson is just a regular white male, or could he be Jackson's father?

professor MacPherson said grimly. “That’s very good. Can you see where jealousy has brought you?” King Rehoboth said, and gazed at Professor MacPherson’s face. “Yes, my king. Please, pardon me. I promise to turn a new leaf,” professor MacPherson said. “You are crazy?” Brown said angrily. “It’s okay, Brown. I want you all to be silent as I settle this,” King Rehoboth said.

"P-Professor?!—" "My relationship with you is that I am a professor and your relationship with me is that you are a student. It's not just a couple you can say that they have a relationship. Even with a friend. A relationship is how you are connected two or more. What is my connection with you? I am your professor. What is your connection to me? You are my student. And that's the relationship we have. " He interrupted what I was going to say and I was amazed. Where does he get what he says? Aish! What else should I expect? He is forty years old. He has different beliefs about the relationship because he has grown old without even being married! "Are you done my STUDENT? You know, your PROFES

“I know it’s you, Dave. I can’t prove it, but I know it’s you. How are you entangled with that farce of a man?” “I don’t get why you keep calling me Dave. I’m not him. But we do have several things in common. One being the professor. Another is we have similar abilities.” That couldn’t be true. She was the first. The only one that was ever in that godforsaken lab. “You’re lying. Either you're Dave or the professor, and I doubt he was smart enough to see through my makeup.” “You’re right. The professor couldn’t have. He had a hard time accepting that there was someone that didn’t want to bask in his presence. He’s a self-absorbed man.”

It really was. The professor looked completely calm while the rest of the class looked like they had just witnessed a plot twist in a drama series. One student raised his hand hesitantly. “Sir… why is Jayden your partner?” The professor didn’t even look surprised by the question. “Because Mr Fisher possesses a unique magical condition that makes him the perfect case study for this course.” Case study. Wow. That sounded fantastic. Another student whispered loudly from the back. “Does that mean we’re going to watch him lose control or something?”

“Better; not as you seem to be, but I'm fine now.” “Please, Mrs. Daniela, come forward to the classroom; I have to talk to this student.” “Of course, little Angel, don't be late; I'm looking forward to seeing you,” she said, leaving for class. “Little Angel, you look good. Who would have thought that the great professor of psychology suffered from *the paraphilia of hybristophilia*? It's something like the last straw.” “I don't like married women; she's just a friend.”

Although Theo had planned on making up that morning, but there was something which was holding him back. The relationship between a professor and a student. It is unethical to get involved in such kinds of a thing with your student. However, the temptation was much stronger for him to resist. On the top, it was totally coincidental for him to come to her university and to teach her class. Theo Wills is a renowned psychiatrist, with a number of publications. He was a little tired of hearing people all the time and mending them up.

"You cannot just change my classes without asking me." "I can and I did. A professor dating his student is against university policy." He takes my hand. "This way no one can say our relationship is inappropriate." "What about all my work? My assignments?" "Professor Chen will honor everything. Your GPA will not be affected." His thumb traces circles on my palm. "I am protecting both of us." I should be mad. But he is right. This way we are protected. "What about my other classes? Am I supposed to pretend everything is normal?"

I punctuate each word with a sharp poke to the chest. “I don’t know what you are talking about!” he starts to panic. "Yes, I remember you from three weeks ago but what are the odds that some hook-up from Sacramento would also be here in Santa Cruz?" he is starting to hyperventilate as he struggles to explain himself. “I had no idea you’d be my professor when I signed up for classes. How could I, I didn't even know your name?" I can smell the truth in his words. If he were lying, I'd taste it in his fear.