The Professor Mga Nobela at Kwento

[Vanessa] “Professor?” I take a step forward, trying one more time to get a definitive answer from him about what he is thinking. “Is there something I should know about before I go?" For as long as I known the professor, his is unfailingly honest. The man doesn't lie, at least not directly, and is honest even when it isn't kind. However, he is an expert at keeping secrets.

Harold saw sadness. Something, or rather, someone, must have pushed the professor into doing all that he had done to him and his friends—Wilkes and Trisha. ‘Something terrible’, Harold thought, ‘Perhaps, Francis.’ Harold also noticed that his professor was getting old. He had fading pupils which were once hazel coloured, greying bald hair and a wrinkling face and that made Harold wonder even more why the Professor had done what he did, but there was no way he could ask at that moment, lest he blew his chances of learning from him.

He was trying to act like he didn't care, but his eyes were full of fire. I reached for my chalkboard. I like the view here, I wrote. Huxley chuckled. "A woman of few words. I like that. But I prefer to hear a lady’s voice. Tell me, is the Professor treating you well? Does he let you leave the house?" I just pointed to the "Junior Fellow" badge on the table. "He’s very protective of his work," Huxley said, looking at Caspian. "Maybe too protective. You know, Blackwood, there are rumors that this isn't a research project at all. People are saying you’re just hiding a scandal."

"P-Professor?!—" "My relationship with you is that I am a professor and your relationship with me is that you are a student. It's not just a couple you can say that they have a relationship. Even with a friend. A relationship is how you are connected two or more. What is my connection with you? I am your professor. What is your connection to me? You are my student. And that's the relationship we have. " He interrupted what I was going to say and I was amazed. Where does he get what he says? Aish! What else should I expect? He is forty years old. He has different beliefs about the relationship because he has grown old without even being married! "Are you done my STUDENT? You know, your PROFES

I whispered. “And that will be all for today,” Professor Kai’s voice cut through the room, firm and final. He was already snapping his textbook shut, as a few eager students shot their hands up, but he waved them off with a tired motion. “Hold your questions until next time, and I promise to address them all.” I glanced at my watch, he was leaving early. A full thirty minutes early!?, my stomach tightened, and then, I knew my guess was right, Something is wrong!

Ava Sterling couldn't breathe. Not because the classroom was warm — the AC was humming softly. Not because the students were loud — they were stunned silent. But because he was standing ten feet in front of her. Dr. William Reid. Same cutting jawline. Same intense eyes. Same smug, unreadable expression. Only now he wasn’t some random man in a dark club. He was her professor. Ava sank lower in her seat, heart hammering against her ribs. Camille nudged her under the desk.

I finally reached the pedestal and stopped a few feet away, and I stared up at the tall professor who was waiting for me with a deep, permanent scowl carved into his aged face. The professor wore long black robes that dragged across the polished stone, and he held a digital scroll that projected a glowing blue list of names into the air between us. He looked me up and down with open disgust, and he pinched the bridge of his nose because my muddy boots were leaving filthy footprints across his pristine classroom floor. "I was informed that the Varric pack was sending a human charity case today, but I expected them to at least wash you before dumping you on my c

he gives back my pen and responds with his adorable boxy smile, and I retrieve my pen to continue to work peacefully. I try to solve all the calculation but ends up struggling with my work and not knowing what to write. "do you need my help?" professor's voice passes through my eyes. He bends over me and one hand gets placed on the back of my chair. I feel it touching me and he's now almost guarding my figure by putting his other hand next to my right hand. I don't like this tension, he's too close to me and I can smell his arousing male fragrance which is making me remember that one night's memories, his touch, his face, his voice, everything about that night.

I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”

“Hey, what's wrong with your face?” “I just... Someone pissed me off.” “That guy over there, huh?” Shanon refused to look at Anthony because she knew Anthony expected her to do that. “He’s an ass.” “You know him? I saw you chatting with him.” "He's my professor on campus." “Wow, you have a really hot professor. How could he possibly teach without getting naughty glances from his students?” “Sorry, Tom. I don't want to discuss it. Give me that drinks, I'll deliver them to our customers.”