Professor Student Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I end the call before he can give me any boy advice. Ria finally walks to where I'm sitting. She collapses on the chair, her books following suit. "Professor Marcus is the reason people know frustration. How can someone that hot be so wicked? “ I let Ria keep her head on my lap as I stroke her hair. It's never been soft since I knew her. "So what happened with him?“ "So, don't tell anyone but he's dating Johnny. Johnny is one of his students. I know relationships with students aren't allowed but they're so cute. You wouldn't get it.“

How could Greg, of all people, say this when they have seen first-hand how pretentious people can be in their years as cops? “The Professor has lusted after me from the moment he saw me, his student,” She said, dismissing all the doubts that had crept into her own mind earlier in his car. “I know he is smooth, and he even makes me doubt the allegations several times a day, but three different young women came up with those charges, three, all from different school year. And he is now heading in that same direction with me.” She paused to catch her breath. “I want to believe the other students fortunately did not get too close enough to him to find out who he really is.”

He threw his head back to laugh while my phone chimed. Opening it, it was a message from Raina: 'to save you from sounding old, here's the latest news from the gossip website (Link attached).' For some weird reasons, my heart started its abnormal pulsation. I swallowed hard and clicked on the link. "UPDATE ON THE PROFESSOR-STUDENT RELATIONSHIP (TRUSTED SOURCE). The female student and her professor have been seen driving to his home together. They spend an unusual amount of time together and are always trying to go out of town to hide their relationship. Rumor has it that she had spent the winter break with him.

I bit my lip to keep from laughing too loudly, but a quiet chuckle slipped anyway. By the end of the period, I was sliding my books into my bag when voices drifted behind me. “God, Professor Stephan is so fine.” “Right? He doesn’t even look that old. I bet he knows exactly how to handle a lady in bed.” “Mmhmm, I wouldn’t mind being his favorite student.” I scoffed, a humorless laugh slipping out before I could stop it. The girls went quiet and looked at her with disdain. “What’s so funny?” One of them snapped.

RAVENNA’S POV. Professor Green’s voice carried steadily through the massive lecture hall, deep and controlled in a way that commanded silence without effort. Every word settled heavily into the room while students hurried to copy notes before he moved on to the next point. Pens scratched constantly against paper, blending with the low hum of the projector and the occasional turning of textbook pages.

Thea snickered. “Ew, Thea, stop it. He is our Professor, for God’s sake,” I shook my head. “Which only makes it even hotter," she winked and drawled, "Forbidden romance is my favorite trope anyway. Teacher and student or Stalker and…” I cut her off before she could finish that sentence, “The way you steer everything back to my stalker so smoothly should be studied by a team of psychologists." __________ In our free period, we made our way to the cafeteria. Stopping in front of the food station, Thea squealed delightedly, "Whoa, they brought back mini pizzas!"

" Only in your head. Because in his, apparently, you are already almost engaged. " Why do you say that? " Girlfriend, this is the first time I've seen this teacher being sociable with students. And yesterday he kept looking in your direction. Either you are silly or you are playing dumb. And once again I reflected on how much I missed that was much more noticeable to others. I knew that I was living a sexual and dangerous adventure with a professor, perhaps 15 years older than me. But romantic? A romantic affair, is it? I really needed to stop and think about it coldly.

We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

“Why is that a bad thing? If he’s studying here, then you guys can pick up from where you left off, right?” I sniffed and shook my head at her. “No, Jenny. He’s not a student here. He’s not studying.” “Then what is he doing here?” She asked slowly. “He’s a professor. He’s my History Professor,” I explained, more tears streaming down my face. “His name is Ian Grant.” “Shh I don’t care about his name. What did you just call him? Your history professor? Fuck…that’s… that’s fucked up!” She rubbed her forehead.

“You. The way you move in those tight skirts during lectures, the way you talk with so much passion, fuck… all semester I’ve been losing my mind over you every single day.” Her breath caught sharply in her throat. A forbidden spark of heat shot straight between her legs and spread quickly. She was furious at his arrogance, but damn, his raw boldness made her thighs press together instinctively. “You’re completely out of line, Marcus. I’m your professor. This is inappropriate as hell and you know it.” Yet she didn’t back away even an inch. Her body betrayed her completely, leaning slightly toward him as her nipples tightened painfully under her thin blouse. Marcus’s eyes darkened with clear h