The Professor Novels & Stories

His deep voice reverberated and they sounded sincere enough. But something hold Maya that this man was not sorry at all. "My name is Doctor Alexander Grey but you can call me Professor Grey." He pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose, looking at each student in turn. "We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things."

"Xavier! As soon as I called out to him, he knew what I meant and came right over to help the professor. At the same time, I noticed that a great deal of blood was pouring between my fingers, and I hastily put another hand over the wound. It looks like a serious injury, and at this rate, the professor's going to die. My eyes almost instantly turned red. Although the professor has done a lot of wrong, but his nature is not bad, his goal is actually only one, that is to pursue scientific breakthrough. He is a scourge of drugs, he is also a teacher I admire, is the world's most appreciate my talent.

She says, whispering the last sentence as he was approaching us. He passes by us, the corridor as a whole admiring the straight man who was sincere to his job to the core. He wasn't the person to entertain such vile acts of getting service from young girls to improve their marks. He is a respected professor in this campus and everyone who admires him want him in their beds. Even me. Although, I know that isn't possible in this lifetime. As he passes by us, he gives us a nasty glare and keeps walking faster. That's professor Zayn Johnson for you.

I smirked back. “Damn, quite feisty huh?" “Say that to my nature.” I gave him a lopsided grin to which he gave me his own. Soon the chatter died down as the Professor came in. His powerful strides taking him towards the podium. “Our Professor for the year?” Stephano whispered. I nodded. “That’s one sexy thing in the room.” He seductively spoke while pucking out his lips, his eyes zeroing on his rigid posture. “True that.” I dreamily sighed.

Hmm, the professor did not seem to ignore it though. He very well repeated his words and left the side of his desk, walking all the while to the last bench and stare down at Zander. Having him stand beside him did not satisfy Zander in any way. He gave his eyes a dramatic roll and wondered upon what was going to happen, 'Bullshit drama!' "Would you care to explain to us why do you think is it a Bullshit, Zander?" The professor sat on the empty space next to him as the hundreds of eye balls filled with curiosity ultimately followed the teacher and Zander at the last bench.

Because of that, Xavia found it increasingly hard not to stare at him the entire time… Her train of thought was only cut short when the professor, who had noticed her staring at them, finally said, “Thanks for lending this to me. I’ll return it after I’m done with it. Also, good day, Mrs. Burton.” Nearly choking when she heard how he had addressed her, the embarrassed woman was quick to reply, “G-good day to you too!” Nodding politely in response, the elderly professor then said, “Congratulations on getting such a beautiful and outstanding girlfriend, Teacher! That aside, I really need to return to the team now, so you two enjoy yourselves.” Grunting in respon

I roll my eyes as I quickly follow after my professor who seemed to want to run away from them. I reach him as he unlocked the doors to his office, “After you.” He says with a sweep of hand. I giggle, glad to be alone with him again. “I do like a gentleman.” “Too bad what you got was a gentle professor right?” he says as he locks the door behind him. “Did I get a gentle professor or a naughty professor?” He slides up to me, our bodies barely touching, our eyes drinking each other up. “Which do you want now? I can be your gentle professor, or your naughty professor.” He says as he locks me up effortlessly and plops me down on his mahogany table.

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

I turned the corner near the older faculty offices and froze. The door to Professor Harlan’s office, an older economics lecturer known for being strict and married, was slightly ajar. Moans and the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping flesh spilled out. I should have kept walking. Instead, morbid curiosity pulled me closer. I peeked through the gap.

“Mr. Cole, Miss Lessie. The Vice Chancellor is expecting you.” She gestured toward the double doors. I took a deep breath. “This is it,” I muttered under my breath. Taide pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. Three professors were already seated: Professor Clive from Political Science, Dr. Alara from Media Studies, and of course Professor Dante. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of him. He was sitting calmly beside the others, dressed in his usual black, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded loosely in his lap.