Student Professor Romance Novels & Stories

“It’s really OK, Vicky. You can tell me the truth. I won’t judge. That student of yours is HOT AF. If you want to sleep with him, that’s called being human.” “Yuck, Juan, sleeping with students is disgusting.” I grimace. “Then I guess I am disgusting.” She deadpans. “What?” “As I said, I would not judge you if you told me the truth, because I, actually, am sleeping with my professor for a while.” “What? Who? How? When?” I am totally shocked.

The quiet talk seemed to follow her as she walked. “Was that Professor Grayson's car?” “No way! Did she just get out of his car?” “They must be having an affair.” On the other side of the open area, Professor Julia was standing near the steps of the library. She was on her way to begin her class for today. The moment she saw them, her eyes became narrow as she watched what was happening. Her hand tightened into a fist around the papers she was holding.

"Of course, I do—all the more reason for us not to be romantically involved. I don't want to jeopardize your education. Your future. My job." "No." I got up and squeezed my way in between his thighs. He put his hands up to shield me from him, but the chemistry sparking between us was relentless and all-consuming, and tonight it won. He relaxed his arms, allowing me into his space. "No. I want you in my bubble. Because I care about you too, the people at this school do whatever they want whenever they want. Why can't we do the same?" "Because of the simple fact I am your professor, and you are my student."

Regardless of anything, as long as they could get married. "First, I want to apologize to Dad and Mom. For going this far. And for not treating my girlfriend well. But honestly, I didn't intend to leave her. It's just a misunderstanding between us, and she decided to leave. And because our marriage is very delayed, I don't want her to suffer anymore. Considering she is my student at the university." "Oh my, Fachri! What kind of lecturer are you, having a relationship with your own student? What about her education? Don't tell me she got expelled for never attending classes!"

[Who is he] Then the four girls followed inside. They walked to their seats and looked at the girl who made them cried, Leah. She, the girl who changed her life upon her wish. And is now the player who will change her life. [Her romance starts now? Or not] At the same time, a loud bang sounded. "Prof—" Their professor came in. Professor Jonathan Gutierrez. Their Professional Education subject teacher and their adviser. He, however, smiled. "Hello. Can I have your Good morning?" He asked upon their eyes. Scary as he was. Then students looked at him [In fear]

Joseph asked, fixing his attention on the Dean. “Professor Evergreen, you do know that it’s against school policy for a professor to be involved with their student, right?” Dean Miller began, his brows raised as he stared at Joseph. “Even though Tessa is a legal adult, a student-teacher relationship is not allowed.” Joseph nodded, but I could see the uncertainty behind the nod and his eyes shined with raw confusion. “I understand that Sir. I assure you my relationship with Tessa is—” “Choose your words carefully, Professor.,” Dean Miller said, stopping Joseph’s words as he lifted the photo for Joseph to see. “There’s proof.”

I tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for him to say something. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said in that way.” “How did you mean it?” I thanked the waitress as she placed our food on the table. “That you were a student and he was a professor. Technically, it’s not possible for you two to be together.” “You’re easily the prettiest girl I’ve come across on this campus and anyone would be an idiot to not want you.” His eyes turned starry and I looked away. “So, it has nothing to do with how you look like or who you are. Just the circumstances that surround it.” I nodded, understanding what he meant.

Just stolen touches, whispered jokes, the lazy quiet of being in love without needing to define it. I got up eventually to make coffee, still shirtless, hair a mess. Sloane watched from the bed, knees drawn to her chest, a sleepy grin playing on her lips. “You know,” she said, teasing, “for a professor, you make a mean cup of coffee.” “I have my skills,” I said, handing her a mug. “Some of which I’ve learned firsthand,” she replied, smirking. I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re trouble.” “Only the good kind.”

“Professor Dante, your relationship with Lessie has come under scrutiny. We need clarification. What exactly is the nature of your relationship with her?” I squared my shoulders, refusing to let my jaw tighten in anger. I looked each one of them in the eye. “Lessie is my student. Nothing more, nothing less. I have no inappropriate relationship with her.” A murmur ran through the room, subtle but sharp. One of the council members, a thin, hawk-faced woman, leaned forward with narrowed eyes. “With all due respect, Professor, it strains belief that your interactions with her, especially recent events, are entirely professional. A student being attacked, you intervening personally, the rumors… i

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.