Novel & Cerita Professor Poopypants From Captain Underpants

Warning: This story is strictly 18+ and contains multiple sex scenes. ___ Nyx had a crush on her best friend, Lynn since high school, and now in college, she hoped he would look her way once. However, he would always go back, running back to his toxic girlfriend. But after a weekend trip, it took a few buttons to make her scream out a new name, like she hadn't hoped for Lynn for years. Ron, a possessive sex god, lusted after Nyx, and his sole purpose was to take her away from his niece, shamelessly and boundlessly. He went right into her class, appearing as her professor to sway her. Nyx couldn't help the dangerous attraction she felt for him, thirsting every minute he stood teaching until she was spread right on his table.

I was always the outcast—taunted and bullied for my half human blood. After being sent to live with my grandparents in the human world, I grew to resent my parents and my shifter heritage. But when my mother died, I returned to Bridgewater under the guise I could continue my studies at Haronia University while helping my father until he found a new Luna. I expected drama in Bridgewater. What I didn’t expect was falling for my professor. —- “You’re so frustrating,” he said in a low, rough voice. I sat on the edge of his desk and looked up at him. “Are you complaining?” I asked. He stepped forward and pushed his knee between my legs. “Do I look like I’m complaining?” “No,” I answered softly. “You look like you’ve been waiting for this. Do you normally wait for the woman to make the first move?” “I don’t wait for anything,” he said. “I take what I want.” He tightened his grip on my hair until I moaned at the pull. “You’re different.” Fated to My Professor is created by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

In this sizzling paranormal romance, Lessie Count's life is turned upside down when she's assigned to Professor Dante Ravencrest's Mythology course. Unbeknownst to her classmates, Dante is the Alpha of the Shadow Ridge Pack, and Lessie's presence awakens a forbidden attraction that threatens to destroy his carefully built world. As Lessie discovers her own hidden werewolf heritage, she finds herself caught between Dante's intense passion and Kieran's warm affection. But with the evil Professor Celeste seeking to exploit Lessie's rare Moonborn power, the pack's loyalty is tested, and Dante must confront his darkest fears to protect the woman he loves. Will their love prevail, or will the dangers of their world tear them apart?

Rejected by her mate and boyfriend on her prom night, Lyric Ashton vowed to never have a mate or be involved with the werewolf shenanigans. However, destiny had a different plan for her. Not only was she mated against her will; she was mated to no one else but her Professor. A forbidden romance, yet even the strictest rules are no match for what fate has in stall for Lyric's romantic journey… Wait. There's more, because this little, cursed, rejected werewolf holds something more than anyone can stand, not even her powerful ex-boyfriend stands a chance against her.

“Go down on your knees and show me you can be a good little student for me.” My heart rate and my breathing became labored. “N-now?” I stuttered. “Class is about to start.” Damon smirked, uncaring that we could get caught. “I guess you’d have to be fast then.” Dahlia Carrington cuts off her parents and runs away from home and she has to survive somehow and pay for her education herself. When she isn’t granted a student loan because of her rich background, she has to resort to other means to get herself through school, which lands her in a complicated relationship with her professor. Damon Valentino knows any kind of sexual relationship with his twenty year old student is immoral, but he can’t help himself, not after having a taste of her. BOOK TWO IN THE VALENTINO SERIES CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE AND DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE FIRST BOOK

“Look how wet you are. All just for me.” He plunged in and I nearly cried out. “You’re so fucking tight,” he sighed, pumping hard and hard and moans escaped my mouth. The sound of skin slapping filled the air of the room. I felt my third orgasm take over. Emberlyn is drowning in medical bills, student loans, and a sister whose life depends on money she doesn’t have. One reckless night at a strip club forces her to break her own rules, and in doing so, she collides with Jaxon Sullivan, a man whose gaze feels like possession and whose touch awakens something feral inside her. By morning, Emberlyn learns the truth; the man she gave herself to is her professor and he will not let her go. Jaxon is an Alpha heir fighting for a stolen throne, and Emberlyn is his forbidden mate, human, fragile, and dangerously tempting. A bond ignited by desire puts her directly in the path of his enemies. Protection turns into possession. Desire turns into obsession. And loving him might cost Emberlyn her humanity or her life.

Forbidden heat, chemistry, obsession. Roses are red, trouble looks good, and Elara was not prepared for this kind of heat. She thought her cheating, abusive husband was the best she could get. Two lost pregnancies. A family that body-shamed her and mocked her hard work like it was a hobby. She wanted peace. She got Adrian. Adrian…. cold, brilliant, infuriatingly attractive. A final-year student with eyes that lingered too long and a secret billionaire empire no one knew he controlled. A man used to getting everything he wants. She’s off-limits. He’s obsessed. And when their desire crosses the line, it ignites something neither of them can put out. What happens when the student no one dares to cross falls for the professor who thinks she’s unworthy of desire? This semester? They’re both failing self-control.

"Good morning, sir," she said with a smug smile and glanced at the man who was standing in front of the class-Zachary Villarreal, her ex-boyfriend. Angered for her family, Atasha returned to the Philippines after a two-year stay in America. She had heard of her half-sister's upcoming wedding and could not accept it. She could never accept that the people who ruined her life-her unborn child's life-would be happy. She wanted them all to live the same miserable life as hers. "Beg at me, Professor, as you serve my wrath," she mentally noted.

Fuck, look at you,” he growled, backing her against the desk, voice low and rough. “Sitting in my class every day with that innocent little smile while your pussy’s soaked for your brother’s best friend.” She whimpered as his hand slid up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher. “Tell me, baby,” he rasped against her ear, teeth grazing her pulse, “how many times have you touched yourself thinking about your professor bending you over this desk and ruining you?” Her breath hitched. “Too many…” He chuckled darkly, fingers teasing the edge of her panties. “Good girl. Because tonight I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll still feel me when you’re sitting in my lecture tomorrow, trying not to moan my name in front of everyone.” --- He teaches by day… and rules the road by night. Fleeing New Orleans was supposed to be Nirvana Hale’s fresh start. She was finally going to meet Adrian Cross; her brother’s best friend and the voice that had comforted her through her darkest nights. But the man waiting for her in New York is a stranger. He’s the lethal enforcer of a notorious motorcycle club, a man who treats her like a burden to be locked away. Just as Nirvana begins to hate the man she once adored, the world shifts again. On her first day at Rodrigo University, she walks into her lecture hall to find Adrian standing at the podium. In a crisp suit and glasses, Professor Cross is composed, brilliant, and completely off-limits. Now, Nirvana is trapped in a dangerous game of cat and mouse. By day, he's the teacher who refuses to look her in the eye. By night, he’s the biker who makes her pulse race.

At one in the morning, I was alone in the research building, fighting for my life against my thesis. That was when I opened NearU and saw a viral anonymous post. My girlfriend loved the hair clip I bought her. The attached screenshot showed a girl’s side profile. It was blurred almost beyond recognition. But the blue enamel hair clip was clear. My hand went straight to my hair. Because that exact clip was holding my hair back. Two weeks ago, my anonymous boyfriend had helped me choose it. I had sent him that photo. And now his post showed he was only 300 feet away. I looked down the empty hallway. At this hour, only three places nearby still had lights on. My thesis adviser’s office. The graduate lounge. And the joint lab next door. Then my phone buzzed. Baby? Why did you go quiet? I stared at the message. For three months, I had been flirting with a man whose name I didn’t know and whose face I had never seen. Now he was somewhere in this building. Maybe behind one of those doors. Maybe watching the same hallway. Maybe close enough to hear me breathe. Then I saw the light under Dr. Ford’s office door. My stomach dropped. Because there was one thing worse than falling for a stranger online. Finding out he might be the professor who had just covered my thesis in red ink.