Professor Plum Clue Movie Novels & Stories

He muttered, looking out to see the people in the car beside his getting comfortable. More cars poured in by the minute until the park was entirely filled. Dimitri lowered the windows a bit to allow the soothing night air in as he turned the car off. The headlights went off, plunging them into the darkness. "Which movie is this?" "Clue." "I don't think I can guess." "No." She chuckled. "The name of the movie is Clue. Remember you told me your dad brought over this old game for you to play when they visited your home? Cluedo? This is a movie based on that game."

Zaviyaar, who was just stepping into the class, noticed this scene and clenched his jaw. The whole class turned into silent mode on Zaviyaar's arrival as the anger spread on his face was enough to make everyone mum. “It seems today the professor fought with his wife before coming to the university.” Amaar spoke, chuckling to her. Sensing the dangerous aura of Zaviyaar, Anaaya pinched Amaar on his arm. “Keep your mouth shut….if you don't want the professor to kick you out of the class, so keep your nonsense jokes to himself.” They both were gossiping with each other in a whisper.

Professor orders. Jim turns and runs trying to flee the room but Brady tackles him. They struggle and Jim punches Brady. Then with one punch Brady knocks Jim out. Cameron walks over and gets Jim's keys out of his pocket and hands them to the Professor. "I believe you asked for these your honor?" Cameron asks. "Yes, thank you." Professor responds as he takes them and inspects the keys. "Sit down Miss Steven's. I'm not done with you. Miss Miller, the videos? "Yes, your honor." I reply.

The room settled into a tense calmness as we prepared to discuss the reason for the Professor's presence. Turning to the Professor, I explained our predicament, recounting the treachery of Blake, Mia, and Miranda. I detailed our plan to exact revenge and bring justice to those who had wronged us. The Professor listened attentively, nodding occasionally as the gravity of the situation sank in. He understood the urgency and the importance of our request. After a thoughtful pause, the Professor's eyes gleamed with a mischievous twinkle. "I have just the solution for you," he declared, his voice filled with a newfound enthusiasm. "But it will require precise execution and unwavering determinatio

I was currently sitting on one of Ginger’s living room sofa with one of my legs dangling from the side of the chair. When I came inside and saw Chris I was confused. Ginger quickly pulled me inside and dragged me to the living room. And my stomach being not so quiet, grumbled aloud. Ginger quickly went in her kitchen and gave me a packet of chips as she rambled why Chris was in her house. Now we were all sitting in Ginger’s living room. Ginger and Chris were sitting in the longer sofa. Both looking nervous like their life depended on something. I squint my eyes and look closely. Somethings fishy around here. I can smell it.

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

I said, grabbing a knife intended to cut our sandwiches from the tray and holding it to my palm. “Put that down, Delilah,” he demanded, no longer sitting with me hovering over him. “We must make this official; I’ll go first,” I offered. I grimaced when the tip of the blade sliced through the soft skin of my palm. Blood pooled in my hand as my heart ached. Professor Grey stared at the bloodied knife I offered him. His stony exterior slipped briefly, showing a shred of doubt before hiding behind his mask again. “I’m sure this rug cost more than my dormitory for the year, it’d be a shame if I bled on it while waiting for you to complete the rejection. Take the knife, Elias.”

On the third night, the camera finally captured the proof we needed. Mr. Reed returned home, pulled a small pill bottle from his briefcase, and walked into the bedroom. He poured powder from the mystery bottle into Clara’s daily supplement container. Then he poured a glass of water, brought it to her, and said softly: “Honey, time for your medicine.” Following our plan, Clara didn’t refuse. She pretended to take the pill, but secretly hid it in a tissue. Mr. Reed was cautious. He watched her until she drank the entire glass of water.

On a large projector screen is the movie title that I have been meaning to watch but haven’t had the time. “whats all this?” I had to ask. Clara hurried to the basket and brought out a food bowl bringing it towards me. the smell already hit me before I saw the content. “wait a minute, is that chicken pot pie?” She bobbed her had quickly, pushing the bowl in my face. “yes, I also have chocolate cream cookies and white wine.” I folded my arms, giving her a suspicious look. “what exactly are you playing at? This is obviously Lena and Derek’s doing. What do I have to pay for this?”