Novel & Cerita Soul Eater Professor Stein

My heart hurts for him as he rambles on. “Professor, I’m in love with someone else.” “No, you can’t be; we were meant to be. You like Earl grey tea, and you’re the only woman who laughs at my ridiculous jokes.” “Professor, I’m...” I try to ease him off me, but he grabs my face and turns my head towards him before kissing my lips. The next second, Zayne pulls him off me, punches him in the face, and grabs him by the collar. “Zayne, no!!” I shout as Professor Stewart rolls on the ground. I run over to him as he clutches his jaw. Shit! I look up at Zayne.

“At least I get fucked properly. You’re still chasing a man who barely looks at you.” Professor Harlan muttered something panicked about his wife and tenure before bolting past me, nearly tripping over his own feet. I felt bile rise in my throat. The sight of his glistening, cum-covered cock, the smell of sex in the air was revolting. Especially knowing Sophia had done it so casually. “You’re disgusting,” I said quietly, voice steady despite the nausea. “Both of you, how can you even be fucking with a professor because of grades atleast I've dignity not to be spreading for some Fs because I know you're definitely getting that”.

“Sure. Most everyone has.” “Ever see the guy working there with the limp? Medium height, skinny, longish hair, narrow face with deep-set eyes? And I mean serious limp. Both feet are pointed inward.” I sit back and think for a moment. Sure enough, a vague mental image forms. “Think so. He wears a lot of those classic eighties and nineties rock’n roll T-shirts, right? Metallica, Judas Priest, Motley Crue, L. A. Guns?” Father Ward nods. “That’s him. He came to All Saints last night. At least, I’m nearly certain it was him, based on the story he told me. As for that . . . ”

He was her teacher from the seminary from two days prior. "Close your mouth, Charlene. That’s becoming a bad habit," ReNew giggled. Charlene extended her hand. "I wasn’t expecting to see someone out here in the forest." She shook the tall, handsome man’s hand. "Greetings again, daughter of Seth. My name is Epistata, but everyone calls me Professor E. My nickname was given to me by your father so many moons ago." Professor E and Seth bumped elbows. They wrapped their arms around each other’s shoulders and walked off, leaving Charlene all alone.

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."

My inner wolf jumped up in alert immediately and before the man got to the middle of the class to introduce himself, I already knew from the tingling sensation in my stomach, who it was going to be. Zach. Zach, my fated mate is going to be the professor in charge of training me? I asked myself. Why don’t the moon goddess just kill me and get it all over with? The professor finally stood in front of the class and as he opened his nicely shaped mouth to introduce himself, his eyes caught sight of me and he froze on the spot.

"I'm starting to realize nothing about me is normal." One of the other professors leaned forward. She had silver hair and sharp features. "Show us your mark." I held out my wrist. All three professors went very still when they saw the claim sigil. "Who did this?" the silver-haired professor demanded. "I don't know for sure. But I think it's connected to the dark figure that's been appearing." "Describe this figure." I told them everything. The attacks, the otherworld appearances, the warnings about consuming souls. When I finished, the Headmaster and the professors exchanged worried looks.

I chipped away at the golden image everyone saw. But now..now she was slipping through my grasp again. She had the janitor looking at her like she was worth protecting. Like she was the only one worth saving. And worse…the professor. That man. Professor Black. I noticed it. The way his gaze darkened when she entered a room. The way his voice dropped when he spoke her name. That wasn’t a teacher’s look. It wasn’t discipline. It was something primal, something dangerous. Something I wanted for myself.

Her brows furrowed a little in confusion, but she soon noticed his pinky finger sticking out from the rest of his fingers as he gripped his coffee mug tightly. Her eyes followed the direction his finger was pointing to, and she found Mr Steels staring at her quietly with burning eyes. She grimaced and looked away, down at her lap. What was it with these people and young girls? First the Professor, and now this man. Wait! She looked up at the man again, and he was still staring. She swallowed. Mr Steels and the Professor, what else did they share in common besides their love for twenty-one-year-olds? Access to Valentina!

I hear charcoal scratching the paper, he’s already drawing. I take my underwear down, step out of them, and I’m completely naked in my professor’s studio. “Sit on the stool in the stage.” I climb the two steps, the wooden stool pressing under me. The spotlight is bright, exposing. I cross my arms over my breasts, dying of shame. “Drop your arms.” “Mateo…” “Professor Sandoval.” His tone is sharp. “In this studio, you call me Professor. And you follow instructions. Arms down.”