The Professor And The Madman Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I knew that I would obey her like the law until the end of my life. She was my queen, my universe, my world, and my everything. I didn't know what would happen to me if she ever left me, but I think I might go insane. We may have started our relationship in a forbidden way and ended up in pain, but this time, I'll do my best to make sure that our new beginning will end up in euphoria. I am Dashiel Davin Carter, the Psychopath Professor of Marra, and I am her Psychopath Lover. And now, I could hereby say that the class has officially dismissed.

It looks away when I take off my clothes, and I chuckle. After taking the needed shower and a quick hair wash, my stomach grumbles, and the stomach of the wolf grumbles as well. “We are going to ea...” My words are cut short by the knock which makes me sigh in frustration. I crack open the door, and come face to face with Professor Malino, the queen of experimenting on animals herself. “Hello professor,” my voice shakes. I hold the doorknob, to ensure that she doesn’t try to get in. She chuckles, but I still I stand and look at her through the crack.

“Start talking, spill everything and no bullshit.” So I tell her. All of it. The hotel. The classroom. The office. The studio, the modeling, the sex, the investigation, Rebecca’s blackmail that ended with David ambushing us and security taking Mateo away. Sofia listens without interrupting. When I finish, she’s quiet for a long moment. “Are you in love with him?” The question catches me off guard. “What?” “Simple question. Are you in love with your professor, or is this just really excellent dick?”

He turned and caught me staring. His dark eyes darkened further. He stood slowly, towering over the desk, and took the books from my hands. His fingers lingered against mine again, deliberate this time. “That skirt,” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending heat pooling between my thighs, “violates at least three sections of the student dress code, Miss Blake.” My breath hitched. He was so close I could see the faint scar peeking above his collar, the sharp line of his jaw, the intensity burning in his gaze. For a moment, the cold, indifferent professor mask slipped, revealing something hungry underneath.

Placing the creature in his lab coat's hollow pocket, he grabbed a book from the dusty shelf. "Sine Scientia Ars Nihil Est," he said, reading the title aloud. Flipping the pages but without looking at them, he stared at the elderly professor's back. "Spirits are fine partners for the world, Professor. But we can't fully explain their weird abilities with our science as of now, right? And we can't just go and disturb the balance, sir—" Zen heaved out a sigh and turned his head only to look at the young man with a scornful face.

“But let’s pretend I am lying. What difference does it make? You’re still here. Chained by your own delusions.” “I’m not delusional,” I snapped. “No?” He stepped forward. “Then why do you think either of them are coming for you? Huh? Because they love you? Because you’re some great loss to the world?” He laughed, and it was a cold, cutting sound. “You’re a liability. Always have been. A puzzle they’ll eventually stop trying to solve.” My fists clenched. “You don’t know them.” “Oh, I know men like the professor. Controlled. Calculating. Always three steps ahead. And I know the soft ones like Sage, who follow strength like moths to a flame. You were just the temporary spark. But the professor?

Then Geoffrey just figured out that she chose that place 'coz it is a perfect spot to sleep where their professor won’t catch her napping. But even though the lady loves to sleep a lot, there’s one thing that amazed Geoffrey. “Peter Hemenry said in this book, ‘Man is Man’ page 65, that life isn’t a book. It is to make us believe that introduction, climax and ending in humanity don’t exist,” the lady said to their professor without blinking a bat. Despite being lazy in studying, the lady can answer all questions given to her. ‘That girl has a sexy brain despite of moping around,’ Geoffrey realized.

I kept him pinned there, my grip strong, my expression cold and distant as if I were dealing with an insect. Around us, professors jumped to their feet, stumbling backward in shock. “Mr. Roman!” someone shouted, voice trembling. “Oh my God, what is he doing?!” “Security! Call security!” No one dared move closer. They all instinctively knew, if they drew my attention, they would pay the price. “Help! Someone help me!” the professor sobbed, voice breaking. “This man is insane, call security! Please!”

I fucking don't know where to place him and I can't even get rid of him. Tough choice for a tough evil man. And what kind of punishment would I end up enjoying?! That man is sick, he needs to be treated and I wish I could treat him, he's such an idiot! Yeah, I'm saying it out loud in my head, my professor is an idiot, a complete animal with no feelings!

The man was so mountainous, the piece of furniture looked too tiny and vulnerable for his use, like if he slammed his hand on it even a little hard, it'd burst into a million splinters. Power. All he exuded was pure, unrestrained power. And that stirred something deep within me. Just like that night. I shook my head, shifting in my seat. Get yourself together, Ana. "Page seven, chapter one," the Professor boomed, uncapping a marker and furiously scribbling on the white board, the muscles on his back flexing with each movement. His voice was so deep like the ocean, one could drown in the sound if they focused on it too hard.