Professor Romance Novelas e Histórias

I knocked several times, pressing my ear lightly against the door as if I might catch some small sign of movement inside, but the silence remained complete. I was about to try again when I heard footsteps approaching behind me. One of the security personnel walked toward me from the side path, his posture straight, his expression polite. He recognized me immediately and gave a slight bow. “Good evening, Miss Ravenna,” he said. “The professor isn’t in. He left on a short trip.” “Do you know where he went?” I asked quickly, the question slipping out before I could stop it. He shook his head apologetically. “No, miss. He didn’t say.”

He was making her nervous and she didn’t know why. He continued reading the names until they were finished. Once done, he walked back towards the desk and immediately started talking about what they were going to take this year and what to expect. He took out a chalk and turned around to start writing some points on the board while he talked. Kayla opened her old purple notebook, which she was still using, and immediately began taking notes. Her writing was neat and she was a fast writer, meaning she could keep up with him. As time passed, their eyes kept traveling towards each other. Kayla couldn’t understand what this feeling was. he was her professor and she shouldn’t be feeling attractio

Should she spill the beans? Sophia then sent her a new one: "Addie, I know you! You can't hide it from me. Is it serious?" With a deep breath, Adeline typed: "I don't know, Soph. He's my professor. But... I feel it. This spark." Sophia's response came instantly: "Spark?! That's code for 'I'm totally into him'! Be careful, Addie. Professors are off-limits." Adeline nodded to herself, even though Sophia couldn't see her.

Fauna suddenly seemed pale. “Do you think I still care about Professional Ethics, Miss Ramirez?” he coldly asked Fauna. His eyes were as cold as ice when he defiantly stared at my best friend. “I don’t care if I go against anything, break or lose anything. If it means I could be with the woman I love, I will risk everything I have.” Professor directly said. No more twists and turns. I could no longer restrain myself. I threw myself at Professor Fortez and hugged him tightly from his back. I loving kissed his temple and right cheek before I confess my feelings for him.

Levine took her her seat on her desk that was beside mine. "Are we still doing Romeo and Juliet?" She asked. "Yes," Ms Michaels answered. Levine grimaced at the response and whined. "No, no, no. Please let's choose a different romance. Pretty please." "We'll make sure it's still ancient professor," Harper said from the back. "No promises," Ryanair smirked as we all looked at him giving him the 'what the fuck' look. "We promise Professor." He shook his head looking down at something on his desk.

the professor's trembling voice shouted as she tried to stop the man from getting closer. I became even more puzzled then. I looked at them with a bewildered expression, wondering what was happening between them, and why the professor acted like he saw a ghost – no, let me rephrase that – a dead person. Meanwhile, the man acted like he missed the professor so much and loved him deeply. I unconsciously furrowed my brows and messed up my hair out of frustration. Frustration for the both of them. I never thought that I would be frustrated in the middle of the two of them! And I never thought I would be even more frustrated after hearing the words spoken by the handsome man, "I'm sorry love, I d

I roll my eyes as I quickly follow after my professor who seemed to want to run away from them. I reach him as he unlocked the doors to his office, “After you.” He says with a sweep of hand. I giggle, glad to be alone with him again. “I do like a gentleman.” “Too bad what you got was a gentle professor right?” he says as he locks the door behind him. “Did I get a gentle professor or a naughty professor?” He slides up to me, our bodies barely touching, our eyes drinking each other up. “Which do you want now? I can be your gentle professor, or your naughty professor.” He says as he locks me up effortlessly and plops me down on his mahogany table.

"Unfortunately, hearts are terrible tailors." We sit together in silence again. Then she squeezes my hand. "Is it him?" she asks. I hesitate. Then nod. "Yes." "The professor." "Yes." Ines exhales slowly. "Well, that is spectacularly inconvenient." I laugh despite myself. "You have no idea." "Oh, I do. I study tragic romance in literature. This is practically textbook." I groan. "Please don't compare my life to a doomed Victorian novel." "No promises." Her expression softens again. "Just be careful."

He seemed like the outdoorsy type, with lightly tanned skin. He can be our cowboy, I’ll ride him anywhere, anytime, Maya murmured. I watched, stupefied, as he unloaded a satchel at his desk at the front of the room. His desk. He’s the professor. The hot one Ally was drooling over last night. And now Maya is drooling over him too. I’d be willing to bet the professor at the front of the room was the subject of a lot of fantasies. I’d never had a fantasy about any of my teachers before, not even that music teacher. I never really fantasized about anyone except TV superheroes. And even then….

Not wanting to waste a single bite, I lick my lips. Oh, my goodness. Their truffles are always delicious. I open my eyes again to take another piece, but I find myself gazing squarely into my professor’s eyes. His gaze is intense, and its connotations make him more than just a typical professor; rather, he looks like a man interested in a woman. I avert my gaze. I know this because Kristoff always looked at me that way whenever we were intimate. How could he possibly want me? He’s not only my professor—he is Julian Sebastian. He only offered me a ride because of the weather and drove me to a restaurant because he was hungry and it was late. Especially since Kristoff is my boyfriend, and they