Professor Paradox Novels & Stories

Quickly, the professor called him again and said with amazement, “Is he nuts? He’s actually cooking and taking care of the children? Did he have financial issues after he withdrew from the business world? How could he become someone like this!” “I’m sorry, Professor,” Nathan said. “My boss lacked love more than money. He wants to make up for the things he didn’t give to his wife previously. In this case, do you think you can postpone the project?” The professor kept quiet, having realized the importance of the actual situation. He said anxiously, “It’s typical for the hero to become a prisoner of love since ancient times. He’s doomed… Finished! I’m surprised that I could see how Zivon had fa

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?”

It was like asking someone to run before learning to walk. Rushing things was never the best solution. The professor was really asking for the impossible. The participants wouldn't be able to do it! "Professor, I didn't study psychology, and I'm not a qualified teacher. I have little to no experience in both professional knowledge and teaching experience. The result will definitely disappoint you, and I can't mislead the participants." I prayed hard, hoping the professor would show some leniency and let me off the hook. After hearing my words, the professor slammed the thermos in his hand onto the table. It caused a strawberry to bounce out and land on the table.

“At least I get fucked properly. You’re still chasing a man who barely looks at you.” Professor Harlan muttered something panicked about his wife and tenure before bolting past me, nearly tripping over his own feet. I felt bile rise in my throat. The sight of his glistening, cum-covered cock, the smell of sex in the air was revolting. Especially knowing Sophia had done it so casually. “You’re disgusting,” I said quietly, voice steady despite the nausea. “Both of you, how can you even be fucking with a professor because of grades atleast I've dignity not to be spreading for some Fs because I know you're definitely getting that”.

“I met with Professor Anderson Pym to discuss my study plans. He was the only professor who responded to dozens of emails I sent to several different professors. How about you? Who is your mentor?” “Wait, you emailed them? Didn't they email you?” Scott chuckled dryly as he chewed his crunchy pie crust. “Never in history has a professor emailed a student to offer to be their mentor. They are super busy. They never even memorize the names and faces of each student.” "But I think the professors will email us after seeing the study plan we submitted on the campus website. I got an email from Professor Simmon Kendrick about two months ago.” “Who? Professor Kendrick? Are you kidding me?”

I chipped away at the golden image everyone saw. But now..now she was slipping through my grasp again. She had the janitor looking at her like she was worth protecting. Like she was the only one worth saving. And worse…the professor. That man. Professor Black. I noticed it. The way his gaze darkened when she entered a room. The way his voice dropped when he spoke her name. That wasn’t a teacher’s look. It wasn’t discipline. It was something primal, something dangerous. Something I wanted for myself.

“Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…” I zoned out of what she was saying. My mind raced to the night before. The bar, the intense gazes, the reckless comfort of a stranger who wasn’t supposed to matter beyond dawn. A one-night mistake I had decided to get rid of my mind completely except he was here right now and he was my professor. Was the universe playing a cruel joke on me? Why wasn’t anything going my way?

he gives back my pen and responds with his adorable boxy smile, and I retrieve my pen to continue to work peacefully. I try to solve all the calculation but ends up struggling with my work and not knowing what to write. "do you need my help?" professor's voice passes through my eyes. He bends over me and one hand gets placed on the back of my chair. I feel it touching me and he's now almost guarding my figure by putting his other hand next to my right hand. I don't like this tension, he's too close to me and I can smell his arousing male fragrance which is making me remember that one night's memories, his touch, his face, his voice, everything about that night.

“What do you think, Professor?” All eyes shifted to him. Stephan adjusted his glasses, calm as ever. “I think,” he said evenly, “that no credible documentation has ever supported the existence of shapeshifting animals. History is built on what we can prove, not what we imagine. So no, Malik, it’s not possible they existed.” A few chuckles rippled through the group. Malik’s shoulders slumped. But then Stephan’s mouth curved faintly, just enough to shift the mood. “Besides, if shape-shifters were real, wouldn’t they have shown themselves by now?” he smirked, “Imagine them sitting quietly in my classroom, pretending to study history.”