Professor Stein Soul Eater Novels & Stories

LILY’S POV~ Is that Professor Derrin’s substitute? He is dang cute! I can't believe a thought like that would land me in something I never dared imagine. Who could this stunning professor be, the hot, sexy devil? How has he had every girl on campus drop their panties for him? To make things worse, my next-door neighbor is my psych professor. I am failing his class, and now I'm in his black book. The memories from last night came haunting me as I got ready for his class.

Just that same calm, unreadable expression, like he already knew I was here. Like he had expected this. And then he set his briefcase down, turned to face the class, and spoke. "Welcome to Advanced Software Security. I'm Professor Earl Sherwood." Oh. My. God. My breath caught in my throat. No. No, no, no, no. No way. There was no way I had spent the night pouring my soul out to my professor. And there was definitely no way I had spent half of it thinking about how good he smelled.

Well, at least I couldn’t do that to allies. “It is time. Are you ready?” Professor Stern, the man who had posed this challenge to me, finally appeared before me. His face was still as expressionless as ever, but I could feel the turbulent energy of a powerhouse from his frame. This man could easily kill me a hundred times over, even with the benefits of Takeover and my other overpowered Glows. Crystal did say that she would be able to defeat him, but I didn’t fully believe her. I knew that most of her power was back, but she didn’t have the senses of a Scholar. This professor smelled more dangerous than Indra!

Shuddering, I watched as he turned around to face us. “I’m Professor Stefan, your Tactics 101 teacher for this year,” he loudly announced to us as he walked from one side of the classroom to the other. “I have been tasked with turning you pups into the best werewolves and leaders you can be.” He stopped suddenly and looked directly at Rowan and me. “I didn't agree to teach you, nasty creatures. But yet here I am forced to do it. I beg of you, don't give me a reason to show you my bad side because I won't hesitate to take you out.”

"Yeah, his full name is Clevincent Madriano Suitarez. Handsome and rich, but he eats at places like this even though he has a lot of money. By the way, he’s also a professor—he owns Zector State University." "That's a long name," I remarked, glancing at the guy. A professor, huh? What if he becomes my teacher? Manifesting, Lord, maybe. "Wait, how do you know his full name?" I asked, giving Grace a suspicious look. She chuckled softly. "Come on, he’s famous, and so is his twin. You really don't know what's happening in the world," Grace said, laughing, which made me bow my head in embarrassment, but my curiosity didn't end there.

"Good morning class. My name is Dr. Alqamar San Diego and I will be your professor in Biochemistry for the whole year," Shit.

I told her, trying to act casual. “Hello everybody. I am Professor Atlas, your combat instructor,” Professor Atlas said breaking into our conversations. His voice boomed across the arena silencing the entire room immediately. Professor Atlas was a tall and buff-looking man with a buzz cut and tattoos going up his arms and across his torso. He stood in front of everybody wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His shirt was removed, revealing his abs and I could tell from the ladies around the room, that he was swoon-worthy. However, I didn’t feel the same attraction to him as I would to Xaden.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

“I want you bare under that skirt, Rose Hale. Every step, every shift in your seat during my lecture—you’ll feel me leaking out, warm and sticky, reminding you exactly who owns this pussy. Whose favorite student gets bred before class like a dirty little secret.” I whimpered, clenching around nothing as he withdrew his fingers and made me suck them clean again, tasting our combined release one final, filthy time—salty, musky, sweet. “Yes, Professor. Thank you. I’ll be so good for you… and so messy.”

She swept this thought immediately and as soon as the next person was called. The next professor was Igor Stonefist — a dwarf who was wearing full plate armor, Mariana couldn't even see his face. Then a lady named Celeste Darkwind went to the front. It seemed that she was a noble of some sort, as she saw her fellow students bowed with their palms in their chest. She returned the greeting with a graceful smile.