Professor Paradox Novels & Stories

he said as if he were reading my mind. “Holy shit,” I mumbled, tightening my hold on the cup. “Well…let’s get this show on the road. As you know, I am Professor Elias Grey, and it seems there has been some sort of…improper pairing. My wolf and I recognized us as mates, but nothing will come of it,” he insisted. A brow slid to my hairline. “Improper pairing? Is that a fancy way of saying that the Moon Goddess made a mistake? I hadn’t expected you to be so blasphemous.”

“But the power imbalance alone creates concern.” Concern. “As faculty, you are the authority in that classroom.” “Yes,” she said evenly. “Which is precisely why nothing happened.” He steepled his fingers. “Even so, when a student publicly expresses sexual interest in a professor, it raises questions. Especially when that professor specializes in—” he paused delicately, “—public scandal.” Her lips pressed into a thin line. “I teach political history.” “And you are now part of a narrative,” he said. A narrative. She almost laughed.

the Grand Professor said quietly, not daring to meet her eyes. They had promised her— They would never lie to her. Everything else, they had always been honest about. But this—this was the one thing they could never tell her. Until today, when they could hide it no longer. The Grand Professor’s voice was low and gravelly as he went on: “Your teacher… even though he was younger than all of us, he was a prodigy. In chemistry and biology, few in the world could match him at the time. And now—Briella, you’ve become one of those few.”

In fact, the professor treats me like his princess since I was the only woman who is studying to be a physician. "Anyway, today is the day when the presentation starts!" He said with motivation, the people groaned in annoyance. "I'm going to take that as a happy response." He said with a fake smile. "Let's see who is more stressed to go first, you are going first since you are avoiding my stare." The professor pointed out the guy who was dodging his stare, he stood up and walked toward the board in front of everyone. "Fucking hell." The guy cursed. "We don't curse in the auditorium, 1 point minus!" The professor yelled.

Keeping his energy to himself had become an almost impossible task, and he was struggling to remain on his feet. “What did you do to me?” the professor wondered as he fell to his knees. He had been through much worse. The first time he had faced a beastman, all his bones had been shattered at the end of that fight, and throughout most of that battle, he was the one on the losing end. There was even a point in that battle where his left arm and right leg were shattered while his opponent was completely fine; yet even in that circumstance, the professor had come out on top. Granted, he had been so badly injured that if he was not saved by another, he too would have died; but he did win. How wa

He revealed with a smirk, confirming my thoughts. Realizing that it was my Professor's money only made it more unreal to me. Then why did he work as a professor in the first place? The pay is very shitty, and honest, I didn’t believe people love teaching university students because most of us were either disgruntled, addicts, depresed, or mentally unstable. My stomach grumbled again, breaking me away from my thoughts. I looked down at the pizza and the other packs of food and I quickly dug in to satiate my hunger.

Professor Smith said seriously. "Why?" old Mr. Elijah asked. "I mean, I'm sure I'll keep it safe." This professor was really strange, he only said half of what he said every time. They say that the end of science is theology, and this professor doesn't look too normal. The other side. Kourtney was about to leave the dinner to go back to rest when she stood up, she saw a familiar figure. This person, although she had only met once, in any case, will not forget.

The whole class is talking about professor Zain and I'm smiling like an idiot thinking about him. What's happening to me? Stop thinking about him, Inaya. He's your professor. I mentally scolded myself for thinking about him. I don't want to think about him but still, I'm thinking about him. There is seriously something wrong with me. Three lectures passed away in thinking about my hottie professor. Now it is break time and I'm still thinking about him, sitting in the cafeteria with Anu and Vikas.

"Anthony… What do you do? I mean, I don't think a professor can afford this type of lifestyle with such a low income. This house looks like it is worth millions of dollars." He stopped what he was doing to face me with a surprised expression on his face. I was confused about the expression and wondered if I offended him in some way. "You don't know who I am?" "I… I seriously don't. You're a mysterious man and… wait, you're not a don, right? You're using being a professor as a cover up." Anthony laughed even louder than he did the last few things, hunching over the island. He had a beautiful laugh but was he mocking me or something.

I’m here to free you. “Free me?! From what?” From pretending you don’t want to be claimed. From pretending you don’t want to be fought over. From pretending you’re not made for this. “Oh my God,” I moaned, pressing the heel of my hand to my forehead like maybe I could massage the mental breakdown out of my skull. “This is insane. This is insane. I was almost fucked by my professor. My literal professor. And now I have to go back to a dorm room with his son who already looks at me like he wants to break me in half!”