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“Sloane, please. You can’t—” I finally looked at him, eyes stinging but steady. “You don’t get to decide this for me.” The dean cleared his throat, nodding slowly. “All right. We’ll begin the paperwork. There’s a program two hours south, strong in your major. Truly a fantastic university. We’ll reach out today.” I nodded once, forcing the motion through a blur of numbness. The dean’s tone softened. “To make things fair, you may finish the semester online. All classes except Professor Avery’s.”

Professor Draven smirked and started to take his leave when he stopped at the door and said, “The half-breed will be the downfall of Nocturne Academy. Don’t believe me? Check social media.” He’d barely left my office when I logged into my burner account, which I used to monitor the students and ensure they weren’t misrepresenting or embarrassing the academy with some sordid scandal. I was prepared for the hate speech and threats. I wasn’t prepared to see my mate seductively posing in a velvet mini dress and thigh-high boots with the caption: Hottest Half-Breed you’ve ever seen—no filter needed. #SorryProfessorGrey #halfbreed #notashamedforwhoIam #Storyofmylife #hatersgonnahate

Later, William was arrested for disrupting public order and sentenced to fifteen days in detention. After William was released, no other universities dared to hire him since the dean of Astran University had already spread the word throughout the academic community. He had pointed out that William had been negligent in his duties, showed no respect for his colleagues, ruined important research plans, and caused the death of someone close to him. However, he still found a job as a tutor in high school since he used to be a professor at Astran University. Some people still valued his former position and believed he had some talent. However, with Jessica and the others' tacit approval, Lisa pos

Academic opportunities could not. “When do we leave?” “One hour. Station.” I packed fast and reached the station with coffee in one hand and my laptop bag on my shoulder. Professor Reed was already there. Dark wool coat, pale shirt, wind-touched hair, leather briefcase. He looked less like an external reviewer and more like a university brochure designed to ruin people’s judgment. His eyes paused on my coffee. “Morning.” “Good morning, Professor Reed.” “We’re off campus today. Daniel is fine.” I pretended not to hear him and looked for my ticket.

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his face normal while his mind raced. The room exploded with questions and complaints. Coaches argued. Players groaned about losing their old teammates. But the commissioner raised his hand for silence. “This decision is final,” he said firmly. “It’s the best chance we have at a strong championship run. The merger starts immediately.” The meeting dragged on for another thirty minutes, but Zane barely heard another word. His thoughts spinned in circles. Living with Jaxon. Seeing him every morning. Sharing the same space after everything they had tried to hide. It felt like stepping onto the thinnest ice of his life.

It was an unknown number but the message was short, just a link and one line underneath it: "The offer stands. Whenever you are ready." I almost threw my phone across the room. I put it face down on the bed and did not touch it for the rest of the evening. Three days later he was not in class. A note had been left with the department instead, it was an assignment, two thousand words on narrative perspective in postmodern fiction, due the following morning, and at the bottom of the printed sheet a line said: Submission to Professor Cross's office directly, 9am. The girl sitting next to me nudged my arm, "He wants you to submit for the class," she said, nodding at the sheet and I looked down a

Morgan said after a pause. "Save the manual and store it on SSS encryption for my eyes only, Morgan," the professor instructed Morgan. "Affirmative, professor," Morgan said. "Show me room 3 surveillance, Morgan" the professor said and after a breath he saw the hideous being shown on the screen sitting in a lotus position. Just looking at it makes the professor's eyes hurt. "Analyze occupant of room 3, Morgan." The professor instructed. "Affirmative, professor." Morgan said.

"I heard CBS News is broadcasting the Bedford College and Baltech College joint academic conference?" "Yes, do you want to watch it?" Miranda nodded, then her excitement quickly faded. "But my TV can't get international channels, and even with a VPN, I can only catch the replay on the official website… I can't watch it live." "There's a way to watch it live," said Paul. "Huh?" "At my place." So, Miranda followed Paul next door. It wasn't her first time visiting, but usually, she only stayed in the living room. She'd only been in his bedroom once before, to help him find a thermometer and some cold medicine.

The professor was on his knees, face buried between those cheeks, tongue working greedily, wet and obscene sounds echoing softly in the quiet basement. Liam’s head was thrown back, lips parted in silent moans, one hand gripping the shelf above him while the other tangled in the professor’s dark hair. “Fuck… Professor…” Liam gasped, hips pushing back against Adrian’s mouth. Marcus’s cock hardened instantly in his pants. He knew he should leave. He should report them. But instead, he stayed frozen, hand slipping down to palm himself through his jeans as he watched the scene unfold. He smirked and quietly took out his phone and quickly recorded a short clip of them making out before joining the