Novel & Cerita The Professor And The Madman Book

They’d caught her on camera going into my hostel and it was dated around the time my side of the room had been torn apart. The P.I was right to assume that there could have been two people involved. Two psycho relatives. “Professor Deric is moody today.” Jack whispered beside me. I rolled my eyes at him. “He’s always moody.” “Nah. Today’s different.” “How would you know?” I was turning defensive all of a sudden. “Guess who’s moody too.” I frowned at Jack. He was right, I was moody too but I was going to blame it on PMS.

“You had one last chance to redeem yourself. You just needed to bloody graduate, Imogen. That man is gone, he never really loved you. He just wanted to get into your pants, and you let him!” “Whoring yourself around, is that the only professor you slept with? Which other professor did you give yourself to?” my father asks, his voice low and menacing as he takes off his belt. “None... it's just him, I swear,” I choke out, my voice barely a whisper, my eyes wide with terror.

I'm starting to believe that everyone in this world is scary, and first on the list of crazy people is this handsome professor of ours. I really want to shout right through his face if possible. 'Are you crazy!? You want us to capture those little devils?! Have you gone mad?! That's a beast, not a pet!' that's what I want to shout in his face I know you're pretty handsome, Professor James, but don't abuse your handsomeness. It doesn't you're handsome I'll simp right away, just a bit though. Now I'm starting to regret my past action. To think that I supported all those crazy characters that I've read in every single novel because they are handsome and have strong charisma! Huh! I've been such

The man suddenly said as his eyes widened in shock when he saw Alex and Rachel sitting right in front of the professor. It was obvious that he had just noticed the two. "That's none of your business." The professor replied. "And who may your visitors be?" The man smiled as he walked towards Alex and Rachel with curiosity. "What do you think you are doing Clinton?" The professor suddenly yelled at the man, making him stop in his tracks. Clinton sighed as he turned around to face the professor. "Have you considered my offer?" The man's tone suddenly changed making the atmosphere of the room drop significantly. Hearing the words Professor Wilfred's expression changed but he didn't say anything.

God, that’s the worst part. For a moment, she just stared at nothing, then exhaled. For me, sitting here in my safe space, it’s like watching someone walk willingly into a furnace and come out not burned, but forged into something new. Something terrifying and beautiful. At first, I was just horrified. What kind of monster is this professor? Using her mind, her ambition, her body, like some kind of lab experiment? The first chapter, where he just commands her to strip and… do that… for “applied theory”? It made my skin crawl. It felt like the worst kind of predation, disguised in intellectual bullshit. I wanted to scream at her through the pages: “RUN! GET OUT!”

' he thought, now he see why his brother was distracted after seeing her. Finally snapping out of his daze, he went round the table to behind his desk, picking up a piece of paper, he skimmed through it. After a minute, he looked back at the Students and began talking. His loud, cold voice immediately gaining their attention. "My name is Victor King, I will be your professor for this year." he paused for few seconds before continuing. "You may only call me Mr King, or Professor. I will not tolerate any shenanigans in my hall and make sure to pay attention when I am teaching, I will not be repeating myself."

All the books were on the floor. God! It wasn't a nightmare or an imagination. Prof. Stephan was really in too last night, and he has rearranged my guts and fucked me till I was too boneless to move my body and too tired to keep my eyes open. Shame wrapped itself around my neck and squeezed like a vine till it physically hurt. I couldn't believe I allowed it again. I couldn't believe I allowed my step-uncle and professor to fuck me like a common and filthy whore on his first night in the house.

He was delivering his lecture on classic literature, his voice calm and measured, but all Belle could focus on was the tension in his shoulders, the subtle tightness in his movements that only she seemed to notice. No one in the room had any idea of the complicated, messy emotions swirling beneath the surface, and Belle liked it that way. They could sit here, surrounded by students, playing their roles, Professor Alabaster and his student and no one would suspect a thing. But the intensity between them simmered, barely contained, like an unspoken secret that threatened to spill out at any moment.

What I saw made my whole body freeze. It wasn’t a woman. Professor Kai was with another man, a tall, lean figure with dark hair—pinned against the desk. Professor Kai’s hands gripped the man’s hips, pulling him closer with each thrust. The other man’s face was turned away, but his gasps were unmistakable, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turned white. My breath hitched. Professor Kai is Gay!?

" Fuck. I'd been trying to avoid the professor. Was this her idea of ruining my image? By sending me to the professor for drawing dicks while classes were on? She was so petty. Angry churned in my guts as I cleared my table and dumped the books on it into my bag. Seething, I willed my leg out of the auditorium into the hallway and finally to his office. I lifted my hands and rapped my knuckles on the door. Three knocks later, a booking voice ushered me in. It was the same as the first time I'd come in there. Bland with just the basic office materials. Seated behind the desk was Professor Blackwood and he looked…haggard…he had that kind of few days old stubble that didn't make him look sexy,