Professor Sonia Novels & Stories

Sonia mocked as her lips curled up in a wicked grin. Sonia went on to give a mocking retort in a bid to shade Tina, "Well, unlike some people, I don't look down on others because of their backgrounds; I accept everyone just the way they are." She glared at her viciously before tearing her gaze from her and letting it search the faces of her coworkers who were all musing to themselves. They were all happy Tina had been shown her place. She was a bully. Just because her father was a professor in the hospital, she felt and even acted as if she was better than everyone else.

However, she finally understood why the Brilliance Continent despised that powerful profession. “Ah! The dean is here!” Cries of surprise echoed among the students. Under everyone’s attention, a long-robed Professor Sonny slowly walked onto the high platform in the public square. He was as imposing as a god, and there was not the slightest trace of weariness on his aged face. Even the students who stood the furthest from the platform could sense his aura. The noisy public plaza instantly stilled in silence as everyone looked at Professor Sonny. Allan was so excited, that his eyes emitted light. If the subject of his attention was a beauty instead of the old man, Audrey wondered if he would p

The student's eyes lowered to the name of the professor for the course. Theodore Ashford, PhD Department of Psychology Professor & Dean for College of Social Sciences Isa let her hands glide over her keyboard for a quick G****e search. Something had to be off for a class like this to not be full yet. What she found was a world-renowned psychologist with dozens of publications, two uploaded TedTalks, a New York Times interview, and... To say the professor was just hot would be much less an understatement than a blatant insult. Through just the aggregates of pixels on her screen, Isa could sense the poise and presence the man carried with him. And, God, was the man attractive.

“Hmm. He told me to pick a place so what do you think is the best place to go for a vacation now?” I thought over it for some second before a place clicked in my head. I leaned forward to tell her about it but something caught my attention behind her, in the distance. The back of the man looked familair and when he turned around, my heart almost raced out of my chest. Professor Marison was walking toward a table and behind him was a woman who looked to be around his age. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair and a nice smile. I could not help but eye the way her white short dress fit her slim and curvy build.

She would be lying if she claimed not to miss him, but having him closer was not an option either. Sonia became extra cautious as she approached the cafeteria. Something wasn't right, and she could feel it but couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. Her years as an assassin made her extra vigilant even to the tiniest details. She was about to step into the cafeteria before the school billboard came crashing down.

Giulia told her. “Yes, I did. As a visiting professor.” “What?” Giulia asked, her mouth suddenly dry. “I was in the city in an honorarium as a guest professor. I’m not even from Toronto. I’m from New York City.” “Professor of what?” Giulia asked, her dread deepening. She was supposed to take innocuous girls, girls who were down on their luck. Not intelligent, successful women. “Oh,” Sasha said, chuckling again. “You fucked up, didn’t you? It’s written all over your face. You thought I was some low life janitor? Some two bit blue collar worker? Whoops. I’m a biochemist. A prodigy.”

"Not anymore. He was no longer a professor since the rusty campus board fired him. They stripped Anthony of all his titles. Now, he is just an ordinary guy. Without any title.” "You must be kidding." “Do I look like I'm kidding now?” Jane studied the woman's face closely and she suddenly snapped her fingers. “I know who you are. You're from the economics department. You're one of Anthony's students. I see you always stick with the other woman." “She's Shanon. We are best friends.” "So, what are you doing here, Ms....?" “Sarah Johnson. But you might be more familiar with S. Jo.” “S. Jo? Are you from that group?” Jane widened her eyes in surprise.

Besides, Bianca was the youngest daughter of a university dean, so it would be very dangerous to go against her. So Veronica remained silent and took her seat, staring at the professor's chair in front of her, hoping the professor would still be absent so she could go home. "Good morning," greeted a tall, muscular, bespectacled man as he entered the classroom. The male professor, renowned for his handsome looks, caught the attention of all the female students. They had not expected such a young and attractive professor to be teaching their class.

“What can I do for you?” I sat down, nerves buzzing. “I need to report serious harassment and inappropriate behavior. Sophia Kensington and Lila Monroe have been targeting me for months. Yesterday I witnessed Sophia… having sex with Professor Harlan in his office. She basically admitted she does it for grades. I want something done about all of it.” Dean Langford leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. A strange smile played on his lips. “Sophia Kensington… my stepdaughter. Small world, isn’t it?”

said a clipped voice as she stepped into homeroom. Professor Helena Gage, Literature teacher and Daxton’s official mood killer, narrowed her eyes over a pair of thin silver glasses. “Alive, I see.” Sonia fought the urge to blink. “Most days.” A few students chuckled. Gage didn’t. “Take your seat. We’re reading Byron today. You’ll try to keep up.” Sonia nodded and slid into the only empty chair, right beside Eric Blackbourne. Of course. He didn’t glance at her. Just leaned back in his chair, flipping open a copy of Childe Harold like it was light reading.