The Professor And The Madman Book Novels & Stories

“I suggest you find another seat, Marcus, because if I get up it’ll be to whoop your ass.” “Mr. Ortega, take a seat before I kick you out.” The Professor, I couldn’t place his name because we’d talked to all of them, stood at the podium. His shoulder length black hair tied at the nape of his neck, one hand shoved into his pocket and the other held his glasses. Mr. Sanders called him the Pretty Boy Professor. Apparently, the girls in the school all secretly crushed on him. Marcus chuckled lightly but went and took a seat on the opposite side of the classroom. Ansley lowered her head and covered her forehead with her palm, slowing sinking lower into her seat.

he was still grinning and I should say thank you when our professor went inside the room making us sit straight and stop from talking. “Good morning everyone. Before we should start I would like to introduce myself. I will be your teacher for your Entrepreneurship subject and I will be handling you, as well, for this semester. My name is Kevin Navares. Nice to meet you all.” He talked so fast but at least we could still keep up. Hardly. I looked at Drake and realized that he was just using his air pods like he has his own world. Not minding everyone, even our professor. I looked around and realized that almost all of them are doing the same thing.

“Close the door.” I did. The lock clicked. “Sit.” He gestured to the chair opposite his desk. I stayed standing. “What do you want?” Marcus finally met my eyes. “You’ve been a good earner, Nyx. But your professor friend? He's in trouble. Been sniffing around my books for weeks. Asking questions. Threatening my operation.” I swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He laughed short, ugly. “Sure you don’t. But here’s the deal: you feed me everything he tells you.

“I don't agree with what Eliana said." The professor glanced briefly in my direction when my name was mentioned. “Tell us why that is," he said to Oliver. Oliver was still glancing at me when he answered. “With everything that happened in the story, it was clear that the boy would have been wasting his time if he kept on hoping that something would happen between him and the girl. She didn't even show any form of interest in him during their brief encounter.” The professor allowed several other people to give their opinions on the book and then he went on to recommend another book to be read. Our eyes kept meeting all through the class and at one point, he held my gaze for so long that I fel

She jumped and spun around, taking a few steps back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. It's just that I came here to drop off a few copies and saw you standing here." Standing in front of her is Maddox Thompson. Her professor. God, when will she take a break? He looks genuinely worried though and he's even standing about six feet away from her. "Y-yeah, I'm fine just...got a bit distracted is all." Azie wiped her eyes and cleared her throat. It's only then she realized that the librarian is still out.

Toxic, possessive, and forbidden — this is a mafia romance about obsession, deception, and a love triangle no one saw coming. This story centers around three main characters: Professor Adrian, his student Theo, and Adrian’s nephew Blake. Professor Adrian heads the Crimson Pact, hidden behind his luxury jewelry front, Deveraux Atelier. He came to the university undercover with one mission: find the man who scammed him with fake gold and stole millions. Adrian only knows the scammer’s name. He’s never seen his face. The man is hiding at the school under a fake name, and Adrian doesn’t know who he is. On his first day, Adrian saves Theo from being bullied by Blake — his own nephew. He does

“Someone might get the wrong idea.” He tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting. “What if I want them to get the wrong idea?” I swallowed hard. “Then you should probably work on your timing, Professor. I’m still on the clock.” That earned me a quiet laugh, deep and genuine, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. “All right,” he said finally, straightening. “But I’ll try my luck again once you’re off the clock.” And just like that, he turned and followed his group toward the elevator, leaving me staring at the lobby doors like an idiot.

he said as if he were reading my mind. “Holy shit,” I mumbled, tightening my hold on the cup. “Well…let’s get this show on the road. As you know, I am Professor Elias Grey, and it seems there has been some sort of…improper pairing. My wolf and I recognized us as mates, but nothing will come of it,” he insisted. A brow slid to my hairline. “Improper pairing? Is that a fancy way of saying that the Moon Goddess made a mistake? I hadn’t expected you to be so blasphemous.”

Everyone filed into the lecture hall, the room buzzing with endless whispers. Amir, with his signature confident and bold flair, took deliberate, unhurried steps and slid right into the seat right beside Hala! Turning to her with a devastatingly handsome smile, he whispered in a low voice: "Seems like the professor is exceptionally strict... or is he only like that with you?" Flustered, Hala tried to avert her eyes, rearranging her notebooks. "Dr. Yousef just despises chaos, Amir."

her voice echoed through the silent room but no one opened the door. Her brain wasn’t working. Everything inside her felt shattered, numb, burning. Rosa forgot how to think. The betrayal was too sharp, too deep to numb. She was hurt, from the core. The professor? Professor Salvatore? The man she loves with her life? He’s a mafia? He kills? She had been living with a criminal all this time. Loving a monster disguised as a man. “Noo!” Her knees buckled and she collapsed against the door, palms slapping it weakly. Her voice cracked with pure desperation.