Professor Paradox Novels & Stories

“How does that even make any sense?” “So you leave, you save yourself, then what happens to me?” “Nothing, your only crime would be being with an old man, because I am no longer your Professor.” “Stop with this OLD MAN b*llshit.” She spat out before she realized she had cursed, but he did not look the least bit offended. “But I am. I am old and that’s why you are embarrassed to be with me.” He was staring at her, his eyes plain like he had just revealed some profound truth.

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."

Now Louis, emboldened and vicious. He had thought he was the one pulling strings. Instead, he was tangled in them. A sharp knock echoed faintly from down the hallway, another professor’s door, not his, but William still flinched. His nerves were shot. He sank back into his chair, staring at the door again. I need to think, he told himself. I need to get ahead of this. But even as he tried to plan, his thoughts kept circling one truth he didn’t want to face:

He was delivering his lecture on classic literature, his voice calm and measured, but all Belle could focus on was the tension in his shoulders, the subtle tightness in his movements that only she seemed to notice. No one in the room had any idea of the complicated, messy emotions swirling beneath the surface, and Belle liked it that way. They could sit here, surrounded by students, playing their roles, Professor Alabaster and his student and no one would suspect a thing. But the intensity between them simmered, barely contained, like an unspoken secret that threatened to spill out at any moment.

why he is an Ex soldier or the fact that he was seven years older than me. When I heard the class suddenly began to settle my eyes scanned over to the man who had just walked in as our new professor. “Good morning,I would be your professor for this class” I heard someone say. My eyes instantly moved to the front of the classroom and when I saw the man standing there, my heart stopped. It was killian, my step brother he is my new professor. I looked over to the side and I saw most of my coursemates whispered something amongst themselves as most of the girls giggled.

“Did you think you were Taylor Swift, little girl? Did you think writing too much like her would make me happy? She is already in the business. We don’t need another one.” I lower my head, clenching my fist because I want to shout back so badly. Professor Clarke is a sophisticated woman in her mid-thirties, but she has mood swings like a woman going through menopause. I don’t argue with my professors, but she’s the only one who upsets me to the core. “I understand, professor.” I’m also not the only student going back and forth at her office in the past few weeks, but I’m the last one she hasn’t passed.

( Confirm ) Kael watched Professor Caine in the lecture hall, arranging her materials with her usual precision. He thought about envy, frameworks, and the odd discomfort of witnessing someone navigate a system differently, not by breaking rules, but by operating at their edges. His probability core pulsed softly in his pocket, with fifty-two percent remaining. He recalled Cassia's words: 'Not just an object.' 'A change.' 'In you.'

The professor called on her at nine-eleven. It was not cruelty. It was the calculated kindness of an academic who refused to let scandal change his classroom. He asked about supplemental jurisdiction in a multi-defendant tort. Lisa stood. Her voice did not shake. She gave the answer cleanly, citing the right statute, the right case, the right limitation. The room listened too carefully, waiting for her to break. She did not. The professor nodded once and moved on. Lisa sat down, and three rows behind her someone exhaled, as if they had been holding their breath since she opened her mouth.

Feeling wet and uncomfortable, I don’t focus on most part of the lesson as my eyes are glued to this man. Professor Quinn? Standing tall in front of the class in a pair of classy black dressed pants, square rimmed glasses that makes his nose pointier, and his beard. Everything about this man screams wealth and dangerous mixed together. I should focus, but I find it hard when my Professor is the same man who had had his fingers rubbing my panties until I cum shamefully, screaming profanities at the same time. With rosy cheeks, I lift my head from my desk to face this man, and I gasp when I notice his eyes on me.