Professor Tom Riddle Novels & Stories

I took my seat in the front row, thighs pressed tight together under the desk to hide the way my cock was already stirring at the mere sight of him. Professor Richard stood at the podium in his tailored navy button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms, looking every inch the respected academic. His voice rolled through the room—deep, measured, and authoritative—as he dissected postmodern fragmentation like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. But his eyes kept finding mine. Each time they did, heat licked down my spine.

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.

Teddy, the vice chief of Lilyrose’s Ministry of Health and Welfare, stepped up. “Vice Chief Otter, I have contacted the professor’s student, the director of Lilyrose Wholeness Medical Center, Rowan Lowe. The professor knew it was you who invited him, so he agreed to attend, but he will be late because he’s with his students at the moment.” Upon hearing Teddy’s revelation, the others continued to flatter Adam. “Mr. Otter, you are indeed influential. Professor Whiteman never attends social gatherings, yet he agreed to attend because of you.”

I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”

I returned the smile and walked up to greet him, "Hello, Professor Weiss." I had met several influential figures during the Global Technology Forum in Lestoria. Among them, I had gotten along best with this man, Professor Richard Weiss. After exchanging pleasantries, Professor Weiss turned to Mitchell and asked, "Who is this man? What gives him the right to bar you from attending the conference and call you an academic fraud?" Professor Weiss was the biggest name in the physics field. He was someone everyone respected and dared not offend. Hearing this, Mitchell quickly explained, "It was a misunderstanding! It was all because of a misunderstanding!"

“Sure. What do you need?” “I’m interested in Professor Elena Thompson’s lectures,” Ren said smoothly. “She gave a fascinating talk this morning, and I’d like to know if she’s teaching any upcoming seminars or classes that are open to visitors.” The man smiled, clearly pleased by the interest. “Professor Thompson does have a talent for captivating an audience,” he said. “She’s leading a seminar on comparative mythology next week. It’s a bit niche, but if you’re interested in folklore, it’s worth attending.”

I looked over to the side and I saw most of my coursemates whispered something amongst themselves as most of the girls giggled. My eyes returned to the podium and when I did our eyes ran into the other. Killian wore a dark pants and a lilac top, the shirt covered the tatoos but from the way he was built and his look he was the perfect definition of an hot professor. My own step brother is the professor of the one class that I needed more than anything, how could this even be. Class ended with Killian paying little or no attention to me and right now I was standing just beside my hall as I rang my mom's phone for the fifth time.

The host's voice boomed from the speakers. The people outside stopped and turned to look at the screen. "The esteemed Professor Damien Reed is an internationally acclaimed genius scientist. At 16, he began studying in multiple countries, enduring hardship abroad for 12 years. He's made groundbreaking discoveries in mechanics, materials science, robotics, and bionics and is a decorated member of several national academies. "Today, he has officially been appointed as a tenured professor at Queendale University and director of Queendale Institute of Engineering Research. He serves our nation with distinction. Now, let us give Professor Reed a round of applause."

“Ugh. He’s the one who stepped on you last week during breakfast. The one that didn’t even bother to apologize.” I scanned the students until my eyes landed on him. Ryker was tall, hunch-shouldered, with hair buzzed down to shadow across his scalp. His eyes were cold and empty as glass marbles. He looked bored as he approached Talia, cracking his knuckles lazily. “Try not to slow me down,” he drawled. Oh. He talks. Talia stiffened, colour rising in her cheeks. “Try not to trip over your own ego.” I bit back a laugh as they stepped forward, accepting the wax-sealed trial scrolls from Professor Nima. Without another word, the professor turned and led them into the forest, the fog swallowing he

Her eyes went back to the laptop, as Greg reached her and gently placed her plate of sandwich in her hands. They sat beside each other and stuffed down their food quickly as they listened to the Professor’s conversation on the phone with who she quickly realized was Gilbert Dankworth. This was the first real piece of information they would be getting since she bugged the Professor. Because surprisingly, he lived a pretty dull life and his penthouse was silent with almost no visitors. Even this conversation was pretty boring as they listened to the man and his uncle talk about an upcoming award ceremony. And how this award if he won, would be a pretty important first step if the Professor int