Professor Venomous Novels & Stories

“Eddie, is it? From now on, your life is in my hands. You have to do what I say if you want to live. “Of course, you can try to find an antidote yourself if you want to. But, I can responsibly tell you that absolutely no one will be able to formulate an antidote for a poison that was created by Tyr Summers, except myself.” “Yes… yes, yes, yes.” The professor nodded repeatedly. At this moment, he seemed to have truly recognized how terrifying Tyr was. He said, “You can rest assured, Big Brother, I will definitely go through hell or high water for you. I surely will not dare to have any second thoughts.” The professor was really afraid of Tyr because he thought that Tyr was more psychotic than

“Question of the day: How do I get Professor Matteo to hate me really badly? Although I think he already does, you should have seen his face when Rook the bully kissed me.” Yumeko leans in closer, “I think you have to top up your game if you want him to get rid of you. Do every single thing he hates the most, for example… blood. For some odd reason, Professor Matteo hates the sight of blood; he gets rid of anyone with blood on them in an instant.”

What I never imagined was that I would survive the fall, or the venom. The memory of Professor Alester’s lecture clawed back into my mind, the Strigoi, their venom, their endless hunger. His words had unsettled me once, but now they seemed prophetic. I had thought Lady Margaret’s survival a miracle. Now, impossibly, I shared that same fate.

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

Cum leaked out, slicking my thighs. “Look at you,” he growled, spreading my legs wide, exposing everything. “Dripping with another man’s seed. But I’ll fix that.” He dipped his head, tongue lapping at the mess, filthy, possessive, sucking bruises into my inner thighs before diving lower. His mouth sealed over my pussy, tongue probing deep, eating me out with hungry groans. I bucked, moaning, the sensation overwhelming, wet, hot, claiming. “Professor, please, ” I begged, hips grinding against his face.

Isla’s POV I froze. I definitely wasn’t affected by his words. But then goosebumps lined my skin. Heat built low in my belly and my thighs clenched together instinctively. If I wasn’t affected by his dirty way of talking, why then was my body betraying me? I cleared my throat. “You are my professor sir and I’m nothing but a student. I don’t think there’s anything I would be able to offer you.” I completely ignored the part where he mentioned the night before.

"Or should I say Noah? The perfect little student who can't look me in the eye during class, but here you are fingering yourself like a desperate slut, asking strangers to watch.” My face was on fire. How did he know? The heat in my stomach made me panic. I tried to turn away, but he held me down harder, and his erection pushed against my butt crack through his trousers. It was thick and hard—oh my god, it felt huge. "Professor, please—" "Shut your mouth." Three of his veined fingers pushed into mine, stretching my lips wide.

NEVAEH I have a romantic crush on my best-friend's father who also happens to be none other than my professor. I know what you must be thinking about me and yes, you're right. I'm a dirty, little slut with no shame and a potentially horrible best friend but can you blame me? Castia, my one and only best friend has been nothing but kind to me. We've been best-friends for seven years even before we graduated high school. We were so close that it got to the point where we couldn't be separated.

Leah had a swollen face and was bleeding from her mouth but that wasn't what got me. It wasn't just what I saw. It was the smell. Gasoline and they were both drenched in it. Fuck! "I'll advise you tread carefully, Professor Deric." I hadn't even known that I'd started walking forward. "It's all right. I understand the need to protect. That's why I'm doing this." He had the audacity to look at her like he was in love with her. "I have no idea what she sees in you. The idea that you both keep it all a secret irritates me but me, I'm willing to burn the world for her." A wide smile lit up his face.

“I'm really curious why it came out so red,” smiled Professor Lionel Squisshy, looking at Elizabeth. “Three drops of venom.” “Ah, poisonous cave bat venom? Very rare ... It helps in petrifying spells.” “No, it's just bee venom.” “Oh, it helps you play with time ... or turn the day into night and vice versa.” “Professor Lionel Squisshy, I thought more about being able to ...” “I'm Smart. Lionel is in the room for the creation of luminophobic objects, the professor indicates a dark corridor that led into a room located deeper in the basement of Elmbridge School of Magic.