The Professor And The Madman Book Novels & Stories

My Professor's Obsession PURE ENGLISH VERSION Written by: AdicQueen09 Genre: Romance/ Adult Fiction 18+ This book is a work of fiction , Names and Characters , Some places and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used factitiously , Any resemblance to actual events , places or persons , living or dead is entirely coincidence. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURED CONTENTS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship.

Even more, he had to return when the time came. Once he was out of the library and in his car, he finally rummaged through them. There were a couple of romance novels, building repairs, and the biography of Professor Mozart. The one he thought was a self-help book was a romance novel. He looked at the autobiography of the professor. Just seeing the smug smile on that bastard's face made him angry. All these years, this man has manipulated the universe into thinking he was a saint. It made Jalefel sick to his stomach. He tossed the book on the backseat, wishing it would be buried underneath trash. Sadly, he kept his work vehicle immaculate. So, it would sit there unopened. He picked up one of

The room settled into a tense calmness as we prepared to discuss the reason for the Professor's presence. Turning to the Professor, I explained our predicament, recounting the treachery of Blake, Mia, and Miranda. I detailed our plan to exact revenge and bring justice to those who had wronged us. The Professor listened attentively, nodding occasionally as the gravity of the situation sank in. He understood the urgency and the importance of our request. After a thoughtful pause, the Professor's eyes gleamed with a mischievous twinkle. "I have just the solution for you," he declared, his voice filled with a newfound enthusiasm. "But it will require precise execution and unwavering determinatio

2 XAVIER I thank whatever fucking god that all of these idiots are finally done with this class. I have taught English literature for three years now. Each year has been a different experience for me. The first year was by far the best. I was a new professor. Twenty three years old. I was so excited for my first real year teaching. I was excited to prove to the world that I didn't get the job just because my father is the dean. At the start of my first year of teaching, I was the shiny new toy. All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings.

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

Seriously, what is happening to me? He turned around and walked to the whiteboard. He started writing on it after picking up the marker. I moved my head down. I don't want to look at him. He is making me crazy. "Oh, my god, Inaya. Our English professor is so hot." Anu whispered in my ear. "You can date him. I'm giving you the green signal." I glared at him instantly. She is saying nonsense. "What? Don't you find him hot?" She asked, raising her brows in shock. I think she has lost her mind. He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor.

Of course he was. Eyes the color of an liquid gold with flecks of bronze and amber —like sunlight dancing on a forest stream—locked with mine. And that was it. One second. A flicker of something too raw to name. Then he turned his head, lazily. Like he’d gotten what he came for. I should’ve looked away sooner. Because I felt like I’d just undressed in front of a predator. “Take out your texts,” the professor barked, “Page 216. Fae-Vampire diplomatic treaties.”

Everyone looked toward me. "Could I see Mandy a minute please?" I asked the professor. "This is important." I closed the door. I stood in the hall in nervous anticipation, but nothing happened. I was getting impatient and was about to poke my head in again when Mandy stepped out, closing the door behind her. "What the hell do you..." she started; "why do you have sperm in your hair!?" She took a step back, looking me up and down. I was itching to check out my hair but didn't dare let go of the pamphlet. She noticed me holding it nervously over my skirt like a shield and grabbed for it, ripping it from my hands.

“Perhaps you should go fuck yourself, then.” The shock on his face is amazing, as it seems my standing up to him in the corridor got her confidence up. I give her a soft nudge and a knowing smile, and she shrugs. “What’s the worst that can happen, hey?” A bang on our desk makes both of us jump as the Professor glares down at us. “Do you two already know all you need to know about the liver?” My stomach churns at the tone of his voice. And I shake my head. “Sorry, sir. I’m afraid not.”

She was rummaging everywhere. “What book? What are you saying? What book?” Eva was going insane. She had never seen Scarlet this worked up and now they had been murdering their professor's office, no, the handsome professor's office, and that too in his unexplained absence in search of a book that they didn’t know anything about.