Professor Tom Riddle Novels & Stories

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.

Prior to Ravager's appearance, the three teachers stood outside happily talking amongst each other when they sensed something off and noticed that the talisman they placed inside the cave the night before alerted them that something placed the children’s lives in grave danger. "Quick! We must summon them out of there immediately!" Mrs. Riddle urgently cried, eyes cloudy with fear as she pointed them towards the cave. Fourth-grade teacher Mr. Goodwin, a young and handsome looking man, briefly closed his eyes, concentrating on his talisman’s location. But something was blocking him from activating them.

I blinked, the world rushing back into focus as I was dragged through the crowd. "Come on, Lily!" Rachel encouraged me, turning to me and laughing. *** Rachel and I were perched on the edge of an overstuffed couch, our knees brushing as we tilted back our heads to finish off yet another round of double shots. The liquid fire traced a path down my throat, igniting a warmth that spread through my limbs and coaxed a laugh from between my lips. At that moment, the front door swung open with a flourish, heralding the arrival of none other than Professor Alan Reynolds. He was our Microbiology professor–a young and charismatic guy. Not to mention cute–too cute to be a professor.

He looked around and asked me to bend my head so no one could hear us. “Dr Tona got fired.” A gasp fell from my lips and I felt a sick sense of joy in my heart. “Really? What happened?” “Well, let’s just say she messed with the wrong person. Apparently, someone reported her for begging lecturers to change Rami’s grades.” That was absolutely scandalous. “Wow.” I snorted “Wow is right.” Some people just gave women a bad name. “So, who’s taking her course now?” “It’s supposed to be Professor Jared but he’s currently not around.” My heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. I couldn’t help the blush that coloured my cheeks.

Especially after today. Unable to control myself, I pull out my phone and see if maybe Taylor sent me a message. My breath catches when I see one from him. Taylor: Sorry “Whatever,” I huff under my breath. One word? He’s too busy with her to say more, I suppose. “Jasmine.” Someone calls my name, and I think it’s my order, but then I spot Professor Rookwood headed toward me. I smile because he was one of my favorites. Most of the teaching staff at the university was female, but Professor Rookwood is way ahead of the curve when it comes to things like crypto currency.

“The dancing… It pays the tuition. Mom left me nothing but bills when she died. Dad’s in prison for fraud. Scholarships only cover so much. I started small private parties, then Inferno. It’s just a job.” Lila’s expression softened, but only a fraction. “And the guy? The one who dragged you out like you were his property?” I hesitated. Telling her about Elliott meant crossing a line I couldn’t cross. But lying to Lila felt worse. “He’s… my professor. Dr. Elliott.” Her jaw dropped. “Your ethics professor? The one you blush every time he calls your name? Jesus, Noah.” Heat flooded my face. “It’s complicated.”

Her biological son, whom she despised, was actually innocent? When the Anderson family became flustered and confused, an old yet firm voice said from the door. “Even if he handed in blank papers, he’s a talent that we’d like to covet!” Everyone turned around. They saw a gray-haired old man walking over with a group of bodyguards surrounding him. When John saw this old man, he immediately stood up respectfully and no longer exhibited a stern aura. “Professor Lennon! Why are you here?” Professor Lennon? Richard Lennon, the leader of the Havermouth University of Technology, was a lifelong science academician of the nation!

He stared into space more than once, replaying the moment. “I’ve got a meeting to attend. That’ll be all for today,” the professor announced, barely thirty minutes in. He was already heading for the door. The hall erupted into chatter. A few students openly sighed in relief. “Hey, scholarship kid,” a voice came from behind him. Tom. “Wanna join our group for the next project? We’re short a member.”

Roy questioned, his facial muscles projecting an aura of deep, unmitigated concern. I systematically engineered an immediate, artificial smile, deploying a defensive wall to shroud the chaotic nature of my internal calculations. "The situation is entirely managed," I fabricated smoothly. I shifted the display screen to reveal the call logging interface to his position—an operational maneuver safeguarded by the reality that I had long since codified his identity under the digital pseudonym of 'The Killer Professor.' "Look... my primary academic advisor has suddenly commanded an emergency review session. It appears the most optimal tactic is for my frame to secure an independent commercial tax

I can’t keep feeling like this. I somehow made it through the entire lecture without combusting. As students filed out, I let out a long breath of relief. Then one student stopped in front of my desk. He was tall. Extremely tall. Broad shoulders, dark hair, and almost black eyes that seemed to see straight through me. Something about him made the pull in my core intensify tenfold. My clit throbbed painfully. “Professor Cromwell,” he greeted, voice deep and smooth. “I was hoping I could get some extra tutoring. I’m struggling with the material, and I really need this class.”