Stud Novels & Stories

Is he supposed to be vulgar and dirty to his professor? He rolls his eyes when he notices my calculative stares. " I'm not sorry I cussed in front of you professor. I just wanna know how you turned out to be my professor." " Chase, the night we had sex was like six months ago. I have a degree in physics and I'm a good lecturer. How am I supposed to know you were even a student in the first place." I say, taking big greedy gulps from my coffee. He nods again, with his full attention on me. Like he's trying to detect for any lies or mischief.

We smiled at him. "So, we have to confirm her majors to give her the time table for her classes. Tomorrow will be a day off for unpacking. Every freshman will get their time table tomorrow. She is in her first year, right?" "Yes," Mamma confirmed. "Okay, she is majoring in three subjects: Psychology, Journalism and History and she is taking one extra subject. Which is?" The Dean asked, while reading something from his laptop. "Theatres," I added quickly. "You have quite an interesting combination." He said, his eyes still on the laptop. I smiled but obviously, he didn't see because his eyes are on the laptop so I replied with a thank you instead.

" We have, strong electrolytes and weak electrolytes, " Mr Garret voice faded away. Ace's thoughts invaded his mind in the middle of the class, he looked out of the windows, he's always looking out of the window. Mr Garret got tired of scolding him to pay attention to the lessons, he would always ask him suddenly but Ace already knows what they are talking about, he's smarter than most of the students in his class. Ace always does that in winter, staring out the window and wait for spring, he hates winter and hates the end of the year.

I said, laughing. Yes, he is in Korea now to fulfill his dream of becoming Kpop. We were graduating when he sent an audition video in Korea. We were having fun. He is half Korean; that is why he can speak Korean. Chinky eye and fair complexion, but he doesn’t look like a Korean, maybe because there is a mixture of Filipino blood in him. Like Jester, Charles was also a heartthrob on our campus.

Will was afraid of being noticed from the outside since the town was busier now, and he didn't like spending hours in the col Sister Lina had moved on from teaching language to teaching history and religion. The religion worshiped a Goddess called the 'Nurturing Mother'. She was tolerant and caring, but also stern and cruel at times. The teachings heavily emphasized on caring for others, working in unison to lift everyone up together, but also independence so you wouldn't rely to heavily on others. It taught forgiveness and discipline, instead of punishment

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Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

She sips the coke carefully, devouring the sweet and cold feel of the carbonated liquid. "Yeah. I'm also relieved. That history stuff is quite difficult. I almost cannot cope with it." Skyla fixes her clips and complains. "Not so difficult to me." Stacy grins while taking a slice of potato wedges and enjoy it carefully since it still has some vapor on it. Skyla squints her eyes. She could not believe her ears this time. A thing that she really acknowledges about Stacy Barfield is her incapability in academic stuffs, especially economy, history, and math. The proof of the fact is some frequent remedials they took together.

Stefan noticed the sad look on Yasmine as she entered into the house. He pulled her closer has she came to him on the sofa. “What's wrong, baby girl?” She pouted, her face sad and pitiful. “I had a tough day in college today.” Stefan frowned. “What? Why? Some students bugging you?” She shook her head. “Not. Not students. There's this certain professor of mine who —” She stopped as if she could not utter the next words from her lips.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Mrs Monroe. And I know you and Mr Monroe have an arrangement...” “You’ve done your research, huh?” I shrugged, my cheeks heated up and my mouth watered. “That’s what makes me a good student.” “Hmm,” she smiled. “Then as a good student, you know how important time is, so why don’t you get on your knees and take what you’ve been wanting all night,” she said, spreading her legs.