Romantic Academia Novels & Stories

Hot in a way that feels unfair for a professor. The kind of man who makes you question why academia gets to keep him. I catch myself staring sometimes. Not just at the board, but at him, the way he paces while quoting Ovid on transformation and desire, or how his voice drops low when he talks about power imbalances in ancient texts. It’s clinical, I tell myself. Academic interest. But my pulse says otherwise. The class is small, intimate. We talk openly about the sexual mechanics of reproduction, ovulation cycles in poetry, phallic symbols in myth, the politics of contraception in modern narratives.

Before he could reply, a smooth voice cut in from her left. "Kenzie Hale, right? The one who destroyed that Austen debate last week." Dr. Ethan Caldwell, the new visiting professor of Romantic poetry, stepped up with two fresh drinks. Tall, early thirties, charming smile, and the kind of effortless confidence that made older faculty roll their eyes. "I was impressed. Most grad students would have folded under Blackwood's glare." Kenzie turned, flashing a bright smile. "I don't fold easily." Ethan laughed and handed her one of the drinks. "Clearly. You should come by my office sometime. I have some fresh material on Byron's more scandalous letters that might interest you. Over drinks, perhaps

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

(31)). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 31: Obviously . “What am I supposed to do with that?” Miles threw his arms out hopelessly, falling flat against August’s bed. His fair-haired classmate just shook his head. “I really don’t understand the fuss. There’s no reason it should be that complicated between you two.” “Easy for you to say, you just stood Ryder up on your first date,” Miles spat.

Do they think I cannot really control my feelings? Was I that stupid? “Could be.” My eyes flew at Bianca who was staring at me. Did my thoughts just leak out from my mouth? I squinted my eyes at her. “I mean… Didn’t they say that even the brightest man becomes a fool in terms of love?” I simpered before taking another sip. “Mind to elaborate?” Mind to elaborate. Hah! Funny how a famous romance writer faces dilemma understanding the truth behind this loophole. “Hope you don’t take this negatively, Rebecca.” She kept the same stare that shows care and pure intention.

“Do you think it’s fun to lie to me? Matthew, do you think that I’m easy to fool because I’m dumb?” Matthew quickly gripped her hand tightly when he saw that her eyes were filled with anger. “Christina, it’s not what you think. I’ll explain, alright?” “Fine. Start talking!” Christina was trying hard to control her emotions while she listened to his explanation. “Rachel isn’t my fiancée. My dad just agreed to it verbally, so it doesn’t count! You know that wealthy families have political marriages, but it’s all wishful thinking. I won’t let them manipulate me as they please.”

I couldn't help it and laughed so hard as his face started turning red. "Cute" I teased, using his words against him. "Whatever" He smiled. Nate and I talked for a while. He was really sweet. He was studying criminal law, wanting to help underrepresented supernaturals in court. I joked that he won't get paid enough but he was really passionate about it. We spoke for a while before Brittney popped up on the mic. "Hello everyone and welcome again to Partha Octia University. " She smiled again. I swear that smile is glued there. "We have games and prizes in store for you all, but first let me introduce the other RAs and important figures you need to know."

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

"Explain how you're screwing your professor while leading me on? Explain how you ran away from me yesterday but you're here playing games with him tonight?" "I'm not playing games," she whispered, tears starting to gather in her eyes. "Then what do you call this?" I gestured between her and Professor Ronan. "What do you call having secret meetings with a man who could get fired for even looking at you wrong?" Professor Ronan stepped forward, his own wolf rising to the surface. "That's enough. Maya doesn't owe you any explanations about her academics.." "Academic?" I cut him off with a snarl. "Is that what we're calling it? Because from where I'm standing, it looks a lot more personal than ac

Students get kicked out of universities because of forbidden romances. I don't care what the university higher ups say, what Blake and I have is real. It's more real than any other love that I've had. I know he's been married before, but I'm not his understudy. I thought I was an understudy, but then he bravely came to the dorms and let me take my midterm. If that isn't romantic, then I don't know what is.