Professor Snape Book Novels & Stories

I snapped, and he went to another part of the shelf, searching for more books. “I’m hotter than her. I could ride you… and you’d plead with me to continue,” I whispered, and he paused, letting go of the books. “Josephine… you lack sex appeal. I wonder how those professors lost their jobs, because whenever I see you, I feel disgusted.” “I hate you. I hate your damn attitude,” Professor Winsley whispered to me, and I smirked. “Then why are you getting goosebumps as I talk dirty?” “You wanna taste how my poisonous lips would feel on your… gent, right?” I whispered, going down on my knees.

Sleep eluded me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, his face materialized: those storm-gray eyes, that cruel, beautiful mouth. The way he had looked at me, as if I were something he yearned to shatter, or devour. I struck the thin mattress beneath me. "Stop it," I hissed, my voice a ragged whisper. "He called you a half-blood like it was a disease. He's not your enemy. He's not anything."

“It doesn’t look like a little to me.” I look out the window and notice a few girls staring swoonily at the gorgeous professor next to me. “Could we really do this? People are watching.” “Don’t worry. He should be here.” Who should be here? Damn. I should’ve worn something thicker. I don’t have my mitts, but I do have a jacket and a scarf to keep me warm. A minute later, a sleek black Rolls-Royce SUV comes up to the front, and a middle-aged man in a dark suit exits. “Professor Sebastian.”

The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing. Severus Snape, Order of the phoenix. •• Muslim's gaze raked over his family, his heart filling up with so much warmth, words couldn't describe it. He had missed them, missed sitting on the table and eating food with them. His eyes found their father's and the warmth he was feeling dissipitated but he forced a smile on his face, as their mother placed a plate of tuwon shinkafa in front of him.

I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

"Sweet with knowledge San San." The girl didn't have time to answer him back since their professor finally arrived. "I'm here kids, sorry I'm late, I got stuck in traffic." He explains breathlessly. The class settled down and class finally began. Azalea gazed up, noticing that Sandra was making her leave in a hurry. Mr.Phonse tried to stop her but the girl was too quick on her feet. Azalea took a glance at Peter and noticed him staring at the door. The boy's chocolate dough eyes met hers and he leaned over to Hailey, whispering something into her ear. The girl glanced up at him and then shot Azalea a glance.

Axel angrily whispered as he stood next to Arriana. Arriana just shrugged her shoulders, and quickly opened the book when some of her classmates looked in her direction. If only there were no other people in the room, she would definitely have seduced their grumpy professor again. She grinned, whether Axel was awake or asleep, his pet snake recognized her presence.

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.

By the time class was over, I had already filled out a couple of pages of notes and I was ready to tackle the next class. Introduction to Magic with Professor Ivy. This was an interesting class, and I came to find that it was mostly a class of witches and wizards with only a few shifters. Professor Ivy was a beautiful and vibrant professor with a smile that practically lit up the room. Like Professor Santina, she wrote her name, class, and textbooks on the whiteboard and I wrote them down, making a note to go to the school store to get these books.