The Professor And The Madman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

All I can see is that the two of them have lost their tension and are still close together, even when Madman pats Bonnie on the shoulder. "You're young, you're unlimited, and some people can already see the end. I advise you to plan for your future. Don't be like a dog, waiting for someone to throw you a bone." Bonnie heard his last words and there was a little anger in her eyes, but this time she pushed it back. "What can I do?" Madman suddenly turned Bonnie around and looked at me. I was shocked, thinking that Madman was going to sell me out to Bonnie. I cringed for a moment before realizing that they were looking at the desk where the professor kept his notes.

It's never been more than that has it? When we arrive on the legal floor, the professor is in his office, marking up a case file with large sweeps of a yellow highlighter. He doesn't notice us at first, so I tap on his desk. It takes the professor a moment to notice us, even with Hunter calling his name. “Professor McCannon,” Hunter tries again, knocking on the surface of his desk. Magnus blinks as if waking from a dream and then pulls out a single earbud. It is blasting some kind of heavy metal music and I raise an eyebrow in surprise. He never struck me as the kind of person who’d listen to death metal.

said professor Can with a scare expression . ' He must be very angry ! ' thought Liam and Justin at the same time with a nervous expression . " Then....we are going ! Have a nice day professor ! " said Liam with a nervous tone . " Have a nice day professor ! " said Justin and the professor nodded his head then the two of them left towards the door . The others looked at Justin and Liam with a hopeless expression and wanted to follow the two of them outside . Professor Can hit the table , in an angry way , to get their attention then they looked at him with a nervous expression .

he stuttered. "Much better," he released his hand from the collar and patted his back in a harsh but calm way, "do not piss me more than you already have, first you ignored her when she begged to consider her, then you give her that shabby room, you literally begging for me to blow your head out." The professor shook his head then clasped his hand together, "mercy... I won't do anything rash again, please mercy on me." Seeing the professor beg like that sent shivers down my spine, even with the way Conrad was acting, it seemed that he was definitely worth my suspicion and I was slowly walking into his trap.

Iam feeling giddy. The argument stopped for a minute, and something crashed into the room. I surely can’t look at it. “I now know your weakness, Chris. Remember, I can kill you,” the professor says, and there’s no reply from Chris. “But I won’t kill you. I will escape from here while you stay here,” the professor murmured to himself and the door slammed shut. I opened the closet and saw Chris laying on the floor. His hands are on his other arm, holding tightly with pain.

We laughed and then my eyes fell on my hottie professor. He's looking at us suspiciously. "Now I want more details about your master professor." As Anu said excitedly, I looked at her. "Wait, first let me message him." She nodded and I typed the message. Me: You won't believe it that Anu and Cabir are also in a BDSM relationship My hottie Professor: It would be unbelievable for you, but I had already doubt on them. Me: What? How?

“Whatever it is can wait till morning.” “No,” the professor said, too forcefully. Then softer, almost a desperate cry, “No, you don’t understand. Someone’s been asking questions, About you, About the bane and About the sample you gave me.” Piper’s stomach dropped. “Who?” Silence. Then a loud crash sounded on his end, glass shattering. The professor cursed under his breath. “Professor?” Piper said. “What’s going on?” His voice came back low and strained. “Listen to me carefully, if you have more of that bane… don’t tell anyone. And whatever you do…”

“What the fuck was that for?” He looked almost amused. “You looked like you needed it.” “I did not need a hug,” I said through gritted teeth. “The professor’s an asshole,” he said simply. “You shouldn’t let assholes ruin your mood.” I stared at him, half angry, half confused. “You are so obnoxious you know that right?.” “I’m not,” he said with an even tone. “I'm just saying. You shouldn’t give people like him that much power over you. He’s a miserable old man who probably cries when he looks at his paycheck.”

He then drinks from his bottle before he turns back to his large-framed subordinate. ”Come back as soon as you can, Nick. I’ll make this a short session.” ”I don’t know about that, boss. She’s kinda like your type. Meaty, big-breasted, long hair…” ”She could be wearing a wig, Nick. And no, after that last horrific session, my professor can walk in here and I wouldn’t even give a rat’s ass.” ”Your professor? Ohhhhh, thaaat hot professor…” Awkward silence…