Student Professor Relationship Novels & Stories

"P-Professor?!—" "My relationship with you is that I am a professor and your relationship with me is that you are a student. It's not just a couple you can say that they have a relationship. Even with a friend. A relationship is how you are connected two or more. What is my connection with you? I am your professor. What is your connection to me? You are my student. And that's the relationship we have. " He interrupted what I was going to say and I was amazed. Where does he get what he says? Aish! What else should I expect? He is forty years old. He has different beliefs about the relationship because he has grown old without even being married! "Are you done my STUDENT? You know, your PROFES

why he is an Ex soldier or the fact that he was seven years older than me. When I heard the class suddenly began to settle my eyes scanned over to the man who had just walked in as our new professor. “Good morning,I would be your professor for this class” I heard someone say. My eyes instantly moved to the front of the classroom and when I saw the man standing there, my heart stopped. It was killian, my step brother he is my new professor. I looked over to the side and I saw most of my coursemates whispered something amongst themselves as most of the girls giggled.

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."

“Thank you for your sincerity, Dr. Cole. Now this matter will not reach my superiors. I’ll give my judgment here. You both are adults, and I cannot tell you what to do concerning your relationship. But it is also unlawful for a student and a lecturer to be in an intimate relationship in this school. Therefore, it’s best that you either quit your relationship and render a formal apology to the school or one of you leave the school if you want to continue with what you’re doing.” Cole shifts in his position. “I will present my resignation letter to you promptly, sir.” “What? No!” I shriek. “Cole, we have to talk about this.” “There’s nothing to talk about, Ms. Stone.” Ms. Stone? Is that how it

she said at one point, flipping neatly through her notes, “some students have mentioned the Wednesday–Friday office hour pattern creates a bottleneck. Especially during midterms.” Her tone was calm, measured, offering a solution without accusation. One professor nodded approvingly. “That’s a very good point, Eden. You’ve got a sharp mind.” The praise shouldn’t have affected him. It did. He felt something dark and unfamiliar coil in his chest—jealousy, sharp and immediate, hating the warmth in the man’s voice, the ease of it. Ridiculous. He knew it was ridiculous. It didn’t matter. Eden’s cheeks flushed at the compliment. She dipped her chin modestly, then glanced—briefly, instinctively—at Ad

Big King states, and James points at me. No. I can't let King lose his place. "You have it wrong. King didn't seduce me. Actually, it was the other way around. King didn't make a move; I pursued him. It began before I worked here, so you can't remove him because I'm the one at fault," I argue. "You realise that means nothing. A student, professor relationship is against the policy; one of you needs to go, and considering he can go elsewhere and learn, it's the obvious solution," James explained.

Ryan’s expression instantly turned sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m sorry, Jeremy. I was so shocked that I couldn’t help it.” I waved my hand dismissively at that. “It’s alright. It’s understandable, I guess.” Dean’s eyes were unreadable as he studied me for a second before he spoke. “So you’re serious about this? You’re really in love with our professor.” I gulped, nodding. “I am. I’ve never been sure about something in my entire life.” “But how did this happen? She is a professor. I’m sure a relationship between a professor and a student is against the school rules.” Tyler chipped in, his expression filled with slight concern.

His shoulder brushed mine as he reached for one near my knee. Nearby students paused, whispering. Phones came out. The simple act of a professor helping a student shouldn’t have drawn attention, but with the way people had been gossiping lately, it did. My face burned with embarrassment. “Professor, you don’t have to….” “I’ve got it,” he said quietly, voice steady. He handed me the last page, our fingers brushing. That familiar spark shot up my arm. His jaw tightened slightly, but he kept his expression neutral. Professional. Always fighting to stay professional.

“You can be my campus girlfriend. We could meet here on the weekends, and you get to take care of me. That's all. We could end up being good together, and you can pass my course even if you perhaps do not take my exams.” My jaw hung open, and I blinked a couple of times to remind myself this wasn't a dream. “I can't do what you're asking me. I can't.” He scoffed. “Why? I'm a professor. I have enough money to take care of you. You should be happy that I decided to pick you for this kind of offer.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, sir, I'll have to decline the offer. I can't; I'm not that kind of girl.”

Isla’s POV I froze. I definitely wasn’t affected by his words. But then goosebumps lined my skin. Heat built low in my belly and my thighs clenched together instinctively. If I wasn’t affected by his dirty way of talking, why then was my body betraying me? I cleared my throat. “You are my professor sir and I’m nothing but a student. I don’t think there’s anything I would be able to offer you.” I completely ignored the part where he mentioned the night before.