Professor Paradox Novels & Stories

“He’s hot.” Rick scowled in response. He knew regardless of what he did and what he said, Tessa was never going to leave this monster. Rick wished there was a way he could get through to his daughter, but he knew it wasn’t going to happen. “What kind of school allows a professor to date a student without any repercussions?” Rick asked with gritted teeth. “Maybe nobody knows,” Penny suggested. “Can we try not to cause issues today? We promised Tessa…” “That was before I found out he was a professor, Pen,” Rick said, cutting off her words. “He can’t get away with that. It’s predatory.”

Harold saw sadness. Something, or rather, someone, must have pushed the professor into doing all that he had done to him and his friends—Wilkes and Trisha. ‘Something terrible’, Harold thought, ‘Perhaps, Francis.’ Harold also noticed that his professor was getting old. He had fading pupils which were once hazel coloured, greying bald hair and a wrinkling face and that made Harold wonder even more why the Professor had done what he did, but there was no way he could ask at that moment, lest he blew his chances of learning from him.

I felt sick admitting it aloud, like the words themselves were poison. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Sandra. I hate him. I hate what he does to me. But when he touches me, it’s like my body doesn’t care what my brain says.” Sandra ran a hand through her hair, visibly processing. “Lessie, that's not nothing. He’s your professor. That’s serious.” “I know,” I said again, quieter this time. “I know exactly how bad it is.” For a long moment, she said nothing. Then her expression softened.

“I’ve seen him. He’s like… a fifteen out of ten.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Maybe he’s gay.” “The hot ones usually are,” Delilah replies with a sigh. “Pff,” Tessa scoffs. “You clearly haven’t found the right men.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “That’s what relationships do to you at this age. You get boring. Stop being adventurous.” She points at herself proudly. “You can leave the new professor to me.” I roll my eyes playfully. Suddenly a ripple of whispers spreads through the hallway around us.

I tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for him to say something. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said in that way.” “How did you mean it?” I thanked the waitress as she placed our food on the table. “That you were a student and he was a professor. Technically, it’s not possible for you two to be together.” “You’re easily the prettiest girl I’ve come across on this campus and anyone would be an idiot to not want you.” His eyes turned starry and I looked away. “So, it has nothing to do with how you look like or who you are. Just the circumstances that surround it.” I nodded, understanding what he meant.

"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?

“So I am the only one who isn’t getting anything, and i am the one who gave the lectures?” “I’m thinking. Those people up there were in close proximity and he forgot he is into blond girls.” I start the car and back out into the road. “Yeah?” “Maybe, forced close proximity will force professor to forget love.”

he added, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he turned and walked away. Each step was an effort, his wolf howling in frustration as he distanced himself from his mate. But he knew he couldn’t stay—not yet. She was human, or at least appeared to be, and that complication alone was enough to make his head spin. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to leave the festival entirely. Instead, he lingered in the shadows, his sharp senses trained on her as she resumed her conversation. “I’m glad you came, Elena,” the man - her professor - was saying, his tone warm and familiar. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the next set of classes. You’re making incredible progress with your research

Pete's head was clear enough to think now, and he had an idea. He pulled out his phone and pondered what exactly he was asking of this man, an old professor who had been chased out of the profession. The reason for his banishment sounded eerily like what Jenna was dealing with—an odd food ingredient. Professor Sather had been doing research on his own and when he went to publish it, he was blocked. He also lost his job, but Penn State let him keep his pension. He now lived somewhere remote in this state, but Pete had kept in touch with him. The man had been a mentor until Pete had chosen the military.

"The arrangement is entirely unnecessary. I shall comfortably command the vehicle to transport your person directly to the university campus grounds." The underlying systemic crisis was explicitly not anchored to the geography of the university campus. The killer professor had explicitly mandated a physical intersection within the private boundaries of his luxury apartment. Common sense dictated that any rational human intellect would instantly formulate a highly compromised deduction regarding that environmental setup. "Absolutely negative... that is highly inadvisable," I interjected with frantic speed, rejecting the proposal. I harbored an intense anxiety that Roy would unearth the realit