Professor Venomous Novels & Stories

She had a point, so we let her. "What do you think would be our topic?" Vico's voice brought me back from reverie. "Sirens? Werewolf?" "I don't think so," he answered while scratching his chin. Here he goes again. "What is it, then?" I asked again and rolled my eyes. He gave me a side glance while smirking, "Vampires." "Vampires?" "Your research topic would be about vampires," our professor announced. Vico's eyes sparkled while mine was widened. Why are we going to make a research paper about fictional creatures? This professor has gone insane.

“Anyway..” The professor tapped the brim of his violet hat with a theatrical bow. “Professor Viorell, at your wide-eyed service~” he chimed, spinning on his heel. “I teach Magic Theory and—oh!—a dash of Ethics.” He wagged a finger. “Which you clearly skipped, fire boy.”. “See you in class, you two.” The professor winked. He clapped once. Puff! A swirl of violet smoke spiraled outward like confetti—and he was gone.

That must be her dominant side. The door opened, revealing our Professor. He was not what I expected. His thin lips, long hair tied in a band, hard eyes, chiseled jaw, thick muscles, and a scar directly beneath his left eyebrow. He was jaggedly handsome, but I couldn't help but think of a certain man with raven hair when I looked at him. A smile played on my lips as I thought about my mate Alpha Lorenzo. Just then the Professor blew his whistle, “Gather around everyone let’s get to work,” his voice boomed which had everyone moving quickly. I scrambled to the front to get a good look at him and hear what he had to say.

That depends if they have a kitchen. "Salty sugars. No ma'am." She accidentally speaks out loudly. "Pardon. You mean that the werewolf Bloodline originated from salted sugars?" A grimace appears on the professor's honey toned face. A chorus of laughter emerges in the room, making Professor Olivia turn her grimace towards the students. "Silence!" Laughing voices slow down and the professor orders us to sit. "Since none of you have this knowledge, let me enlighten you all." As if we will die if we don't know.

“I tried, but he insists. He says it’s about Ms. Hunt.” “Send him in,” I agreed, releasing the speaker button. Augustus’s head fell back with a groan. “I can hear the slurs coming from a mile away.” My muscles tensed in anticipation. Like most, Professor Draven was a pureblood enthusiast, but to the extreme, and unfortunately, Delilah had him for Literature. I toyed with the idea of preemptively transferring her out of his class, but didn’t want to be too hasty. My door swung open, and Professor Draven barreled in—broad shoulders, hulking form, and severe scowl.

“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 wait until it passes, when it does, I expect another one, when none comes, I start to drive again, slowly this time. “Text Vaughn.. I mean, the professor, tell him I’m driving.” She blinks in confusion but obeys. I let out a sigh of relief and resume normal speed. “Can you enlighten me on why I almost died?” My tongue darts out and wets my lips. “Professor Walker has a remote control that is connected to a vibrator.” She gasps. “Oh my god, you guys will do anything won't you? I’m so jealous. Do you think my boss will use a vibrator on me?”

The whole class is talking about professor Zain and I'm smiling like an idiot thinking about him. What's happening to me? Stop thinking about him, Inaya. He's your professor. I mentally scolded myself for thinking about him. I don't want to think about him but still, I'm thinking about him. There is seriously something wrong with me. Three lectures passed away in thinking about my hottie professor. Now it is break time and I'm still thinking about him, sitting in the cafeteria with Anu and Vikas.

he gives back my pen and responds with his adorable boxy smile, and I retrieve my pen to continue to work peacefully. I try to solve all the calculation but ends up struggling with my work and not knowing what to write. "do you need my help?" professor's voice passes through my eyes. He bends over me and one hand gets placed on the back of my chair. I feel it touching me and he's now almost guarding my figure by putting his other hand next to my right hand. I don't like this tension, he's too close to me and I can smell his arousing male fragrance which is making me remember that one night's memories, his touch, his face, his voice, everything about that night.