Professor Venomous Novels & Stories

After that promise he made that night,all I think about is his hands all over my body, his skillful tongue flicking my clit and sending me into waves of ecstasy. It feels wrong to crave my mate's father. It's a sin but my body is pulling me to commit that sin over and over again until I am covered in his scent and ruined, just for him. I don't know how to stop myself. Actually,I don't even want to stop but I know going down that lane will never amount to anything positive. “ You seem lost.” Professor Julio comments from beside me where he is arranging his sample ingredients. He has been working on a certain project about poisons and finding the antidote to a complicated poison that was spot

A few, like Shawn, were certain that the professor was going to be the anti-bullying activist. Lucian sat on his desk, sipping the vodka he carried in his water bottle. He hated the taste, but it dulled the memories he had no business remembering during lectures. The whispers didn't go unnoticeable by him. Especially during his lessons. “He’ll be back tomorrow, Kingston will go up in flames again…” Lucian caught one of their endless whispers. “I don't think Professor Meyers will be able to handle the heat.” “He's hot enough for me.” They were always whispering and giggling. If it wasn't about his fashion sense or his looks, it was about Artemis. Nothing related to the Penetration Testing he

The professor sneered at this sight. “Do you think I can't deal with you if you run there?” the professor said loudly. However, Philip had a plan. There were many magic circles in the ancient ruins that could be used. Philip wanted to use these magic circles to restrain the professor. The professor’s huge body clung to the buildings in the ancient ruin, and the mucus from his body sprayed on the buildings. Very soon, the buildings started to disintegrate. The mucus secreted by the professor was extremely corrosive.

The difference between the laughing professor and the one standing here right now was so great that Mane would have believed that his examiner had been swapped if he hadn’t seen it happen directly. Standing just ten feet away from the Supreme was the wily professor. He was no longer in casual wear, nor did he have his genial smile on his face. You see, the professor’s head was encased by a helmet that was shaped like a bee’s head, and attached to his back were insect wings. His entire frame was engulfed by the tough exoskeleton that belonged to our winged friends, and his lower limbs had morphed entirely into insect legs. Around the professor were three large wasps – wasps, not bees. They we

Because of him, I now know at least all the nutritional disadvantages of chocolate and the benefits of vegetables. “And that brings us to the end of the class.” The professor stacks her files together, staring at us through her sharp glasses. Professor McFadden is one of the strictest classes on campus, and I don’t think any student enjoys maths, the subject she teaches well, maybe except for Ivan, but I don’t attend any of his classes. As I sit on my seat, I wonder how he behaves in class, does he push his glasses up whenever an equation seems to fluster him or does he keep his gaze focused on the Professor and not pay any attention to anybody?

She asked, even as she drew small circles with her tongue on his neck, amusement and victory tainting her voice. But he didn't reply, couldn't reply for fear of saying something that would cause his friends to bash him in the head. Already, they were cursing him through the mind link for being weak to a woman's touch. But he cared less. They didn't understand of course. Heaven was his mate's embrace. The vampire could go to hell. He cursed the professor in his mind, tightening his hands on his little witch's back. And when he had, out of curiosity rested his gaze on the history professor, he could swear that he had seen a flash of pain and anger zap through the latter's eyes, before returnin

" Keep your mouth shut and listen me. The list is so long. Then you'll realise my true love for you." Elena kept quiet and listen him. " That day, you didn't complete your project work of Psychology. That professor insulted you in the classroom for such a simple reason. How could he do that? It was unbearable for me. I wanted to kill him right there in front of you but i controlled myself. He told lie to my friends that i had left my name on the project work and went after him in the staffroom. He was not there in the staffroom and i saw you and Drake were waiting for him there. I looked everywhere for him and then i saw him going towards washroom. It was the best time for me. So, i went aft

“I need to ask about the bane and how you’ve been reproducing.” He didn’t flinch or act surprised. Instead, he turned his head slightly. “You are well informed. Good. Observation suits you, but it’s a bit too much sometimes.” Professor Stein said, adjusting his glasses. She heard her heart beating loudly in her ears. “Can you show me what you’ve been working on?” Stein moved with deliberate slowness toward a narrow cabinet. He opened it carefully, almost reverently. From inside, he withdrew a syringe filled with a thick, dark violet fluid. It clung to the barrel as though reluctant to move.

“I’ve seen him. He’s like… a fifteen out of ten.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Maybe he’s gay.” “The hot ones usually are,” Delilah replies with a sigh. “Pff,” Tessa scoffs. “You clearly haven’t found the right men.” She flips her hair over her shoulder. “That’s what relationships do to you at this age. You get boring. Stop being adventurous.” She points at herself proudly. “You can leave the new professor to me.” I roll my eyes playfully. Suddenly a ripple of whispers spreads through the hallway around us.

“So I have this frenemy, who is also a student of this school. He’s a nephew of the dean of faculty. He once told me he stumbled upon a contract in the dean’s laptop. It has something to do with you being approved into this school early on. The request was made by the associate professor. You don’t know how lucky you are, girl.” Wait. I thought my early acceptance was weird. But who the hell is this associate professor? “The professor, who is it?” I ask. “You don’t know?” Tory’s voice takes a higher pitch again. Gods, it’s screeching. “He’s a popular scholar in Rockland. Professor Adrian Cole. I thought you knew him.” My fingers still. Everywhere grows quiet. The world pauses again for the f