Professor Student Romance Novels Mga Nobela at Kwento

“On the contrary, Zaria. You’re the one who should stop hoping. Professor Damian already has a girlfriend. Wake up. Stop living in your fairy tale, Sleeping Beauty.” Zaria bit the inside of her cheek. Inside, she growled. Even without you saying it, I already know. “You need to open your eyes wide, Zaria,” Anna continued, folding her arms. “Professor Damian is nice to you because he’s a lecturer. He’s nice because it’s his job, not because he likes you. So be aware of that.” Iris clicked her tongue, staring at Zaria mockingly. “You really think too highly of yourself.” “Daydreaming is fun, but still…’ Portia continued to play with her hair as she finished mocking her. “...reality matters.”

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

And my gay best friend right here had fantasized about Chadwick a lot, despite he had his own boyfriend. Gabriel walked over to Chadwick, leaning his hip against the island. "Professor Chadwick. You remember me right. I am Gabriel, your student. I have a huge crush on you, a wild one actually." I wanted to die at that very instant. How did I forget my best friend was a fucking radio without control. Of course he would approach our professor in one swing. I looked at Chadwick, whose expression had turned into a burning furnace of rage. Gabriel was always so bad at reading the room.

Julianna It was wrong. I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have allowed him… hmmmn. My legs rested on his shoulders. He was on his knees as he had his mouth doing something unholy to my womanhood. “Come on baby girl, milk for your professor.” My body shook at his inappropriate remarks, and though I should be blushing, my cheeks were flushed with red. This wasn’t the idea, neither was it the proper student relationship I should be having with Professor Grey. This was wrong in so many senses, but clearly he was having my senses, including every cell in my body combusting into flames.

He wrote his own instead starting from scratch. As the professor, the first year he had made up his mind, there had to be a few lines he couldn't cross. He would never date a student though he had seen a few of the professors do just that for a few favors in changing the grades. The professors, when they met, would often talk about the young female students. It almost turned his stomach. To regard these young women as nothing more than pieces of meat who could get the older men off was disgusting. He would never say he didn’t look at the women. He was male, after all. He could admire the female form without being a perv about it.

Seeing me distressed, Colin was about to defend me, but he was cut off by the professor. "And you, Colin, I've always boasted to everyone about you being the role model and my best student with unlimited potential. But you seem completely oblivious to this. Instead, you indulge yourself in matters of love. You've disappointed me." Colin and I exchanged a nervous glance and didn't dare to speak. We hardly had any proper dates since we started dating. Could that even be considered as indulging in matters of love? Did the professor have some misunderstanding of the words he said? "What's with all the flirting in front of me? Are you trying to show off your love? Fine, I'm not your father anyway

He turned and caught me staring. His dark eyes darkened further. He stood slowly, towering over the desk, and took the books from my hands. His fingers lingered against mine again, deliberate this time. “That skirt,” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending heat pooling between my thighs, “violates at least three sections of the student dress code, Miss Blake.” My breath hitched. He was so close I could see the faint scar peeking above his collar, the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity burning in his gaze. For a moment, the cold, indifferent professor mask slipped, revealing something hungry underneath.

PROFESSOR’S PET: AFTER-CLASS DISCIPLINE Chapter 1: I Get Called to Detention by My Female Professor I always thought I was straight. I’d dated boys in high school — sweet, safe boys who kissed me politely and never pushed for more. I had crushes on male actors and professors who looked like they belonged in a romance novel. I never once looked at another woman and felt anything beyond casual admiration or friendship. Until Professor Elena Voss.

God, I couldn't believe I had been fantasizing about my professor. It was weird. I had never been that kind of girl. I was never a fan of romance or eroticas. I preferred books or movies with strong heroines chasing their dreams. The ones where they turned down the male lead who totally had the hots for them in pursuit of a fantasy life they had in their head. And suddenly I was the girl in a raunchy W*****d book who had a crush on her hot professor. Ugh. I really hoped I didn't see him today. He might find out the kind of thoughts I was thinking about him and laugh in my face.

he said as if he were reading my mind. “Holy shit,” I mumbled, tightening my hold on the cup. “Well…let’s get this show on the road. As you know, I am Professor Elias Grey, and it seems there has been some sort of…improper pairing. My wolf and I recognized us as mates, but nothing will come of it,” he insisted. A brow slid to my hairline. “Improper pairing? Is that a fancy way of saying that the Moon Goddess made a mistake? I hadn’t expected you to be so blasphemous.”