Professor X Student Books Novels & Stories

I probably looked like I had just crawled out of a war zone. But what had me confused was the professor’s reaction. He looked...pleased? But why? Whatever that was, vanished a second later, leaving me even more puzzled. Now, I felt like I was imagining things all over again. Taking a deep breath and clearing my head, I approached him with a smile. "Here, Professor." I slid the books across his rich, dark-wood desk, sniffling more. He glanced at them, then back at me, and slowly reached out, pushing the top four books back toward me with a single tap of his index finger.

not images, videos or screen shots are to be taken out of this book unless authorised otherwise. Its atotal Lgbt relation and if you find yourself uncomfortable reading it. Then please just dismiss. Little erotic and little romance to it.

I grab the remote, flip to Channel 3. My face fills the screen, a photo from the university website. Then Mateo’s. Then the headline: PROFESSOR’S SECRET STUDIO: STUDENT CLAIMS COERCION IN NUDE MODELING SCANDAL I feel the room spinning. “That’s not…I never claimed…” “Keep watching,” Sofia says. The anchor continues: “In an exclusive interview, an anonymous student alleges Professor Mateo Sandoval of the University of Barcelona created a pattern of inappropriate relationships, using his position to pressure female students into modeling nude for private art projects.”

' he thought, now he see why his brother was distracted after seeing her. Finally snapping out of his daze, he went round the table to behind his desk, picking up a piece of paper, he skimmed through it. After a minute, he looked back at the Students and began talking. His loud, cold voice immediately gaining their attention. "My name is Victor King, I will be your professor for this year." he paused for few seconds before continuing. "You may only call me Mr King, or Professor. I will not tolerate any shenanigans in my hall and make sure to pay attention when I am teaching, I will not be repeating myself."

2 XAVIER I thank whatever fucking god that all of these idiots are finally done with this class. I have taught English literature for three years now. Each year has been a different experience for me. The first year was by far the best. I was a new professor. Twenty three years old. I was so excited for my first real year teaching. I was excited to prove to the world that I didn't get the job just because my father is the dean. At the start of my first year of teaching, I was the shiny new toy. All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings.

He asked and the class started to mutter. He had the nerve to ask that when I already explained everything to him in his office. “Professor Marison,” one of my classmates said, standing to his feet. “We really try our very best to pass your class but what we are taught here is so much different than what we see in the tests that has been given.” I nodded to what he had said. It was exactly what we were experiencing. “Whatever you are taught by my assistants is what I put in my notes for them. So, are you trying to claim that I do not know what I am doing?”

Grind's attention are here, we all stared at them. "I didn't take?" a dead malicious promise of Zenith. "What?! And why is that? I hope you don't just go with Mr. Rezilla," Professor said. "I don't use books, I hope you asked earlier if I'll take it, right?" we were all surprised at her response. It's not a rude tone but it's still rude. "What?! Tss. What else can I expect from you? You didn't even know the word, respect," Professor stressed.

"So you can look me up and ask questions anytime." That was the answer I wanted, and I kept the expression on my face normal. I didn't want him to take it incorrectly because I looked so happy with his answer. I nodded, then quickly put my things on the table, as well as the books I borrowed from the library. "You can go out first, prof. I'll be here in a moment to return these books." I turned to her while showing her the books in my arms, which were 6 in number but not so heavy, as each book only had 150 to 200 pages.

She took a deep breath in before answering. “The knowledge I have is very much to all of you. But I do believe that the textbooks are somehow rigged. Think about it, would the contents of a single piece of paper be the same after being passed down to several generations?” Both the students and the professor were satisfied by her answer, every last one of them applauding as she sat back on her chair. But there was someone who was not amused by her answer, a male student wielding a sharpened stick sat quietly at the back, eyes filled with anger.

Her dark long hair was tied to the back, showing off her features and her intimidating blue eyes. "I wasn't staring," I said . Lena raised a brow. "Sure. And I wasn't just watching Xavier practically destroy his opponent." At the mention of his name, my eyes shifted to the center of the field. The professor was sparring with another elite student, his movements were precise. He moved like a shadow, as he effortlessly dodged strikes before countering with speed. "Why do you students call him by his name?" I asked. "You mean Xavier?" "Yes.... he's your professor, I thought we should address him as such." I continued.