Professor Sonia Novels & Stories

Anaaya kept on waking up for some time, but she also slept very soon. Early in the morning, when her eyes opened she found herself lying on the bed while there was not any indication of the presence of Zaviyaar in her room. This made her feel quite disappointed. Maybe he was in such a hurry that he didn't feel it necessary to tell her before leaving. ************ “Hello professor, ohh sorry, now you are not our professor anymore, Mr. Zaviyaar.” Sonia sat in front of him, pulling the chair, and tucking her hair behind her ear while expressing her fake innocence.

I flipped it over once, twice, then forced myself to set it aside with the rest. “Just another student,” I whispered. “Keep it that way.” But I didn’t believe it. Not even for a second. The morning passed in small, meaningless motions. Copying rubrics, answering departmental emails, nodding at a colleague I barely heard. My thoughts were elsewhere, looping around the same dangerous center. Sloane. I thought of her voice, the way she’d said Professor like it was a dare. I thought of how quiet she’d been lately, and how that silence had been worse than all her teasing combined.

“Professor Dante, your relationship with Lessie has come under scrutiny. We need clarification. What exactly is the nature of your relationship with her?” I squared my shoulders, refusing to let my jaw tighten in anger. I looked each one of them in the eye. “Lessie is my student. Nothing more, nothing less. I have no inappropriate relationship with her.” A murmur ran through the room, subtle but sharp. One of the council members, a thin, hawk-faced woman, leaned forward with narrowed eyes. “With all due respect, Professor, it strains belief that your interactions with her, especially recent events, are entirely professional. A student being attacked, you intervening personally, the rumors… i

“Where did your professor go?” “He’s making a call. Sandra has been calling non stop.” Jessica says like she’s well acquainted with Sandra. “She seemed like the overprotective type.” Leo raised a brow. “His sister.” “You go around making it your business to know your professor's family?” “Nope, just mine.” My professor says as he slides into the seat opposite us. Beside Cecilia. I try not to think about how their shoulders touched. “This is good.” “Of course it is.” “You never gave me an answer. Will you be volunteering with us?”

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

Evеn whеn I was іn thе mеn'ѕ section, I thоught оf hоw Maria lооkеd іn hеr business suits. I wаѕ trying tо pick out sweaters fоr mу dаughtеr аnd daughter-in-law, whеn a wоmаn'ѕ vоісе said, "Hі, Professor Cаrl." I almost dropped thе сlоthеѕ I wаѕ holding when I ѕаw whо іt wаѕ.

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.

The call ended. Sofia would never realize I was only pretending to go along with her while stopping her from coming over. She wasn’t smart at all. Too easy to fool. That was exactly why her parents watched her so obsessively. Out in the living room, the professor sat focused on his phone. His fingers moved rapidly across the screen like he was texting someone. That curiosity returned again. The same dangerous curiosity that might one day turn me into a submissive little cat beneath this man. “Disgusting. Never happening.”

I was trying hard not to grab the fucker and snap his neck. “No, he will…” The girl next to him was speaking which made me shift my gaze to her and once she met my eyes, she paused. It was Bianca, the one who led the team who bullied Lana. “Look, Professor, you can't tell me what to do.” Isaac let out defiantly. Tyrant took over quickly and grabbed him by the neck. He coughed and tried to remove my hand but it was useless. He slapped me repeatedly. His girlfriend cried too but she didn't dare to touch me.

The rest of the girls titter in amusement. Something must have shown on my face because the girl with the ebony-colored skin, Sabrina, adds "Don't worry, Space Boy, you're not on the menu." "Today, anyway, " Jude adds, peeking over her sunglasses as she lathers a thick layer of sunscreen all over her golden-tan skin. "Organic Chemistry," Sabrina whines. "I hate that class!" "Well I can't help you much with that, " I shrug, "I'm a history major. Come to me if you need help with an essay or research. O Chem is out of my depth." I shake my head ruefully.