The Professor Novels & Stories

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

Tutoring The Bad Boy {When Miss petite meets Mr Arrogant} . Episode 11: Progressive . “And that is for today, make sure to read about it more when you get home “. The professor said before packing his things and turning off the projector in which he was using to show slides of the course work. Haven breathed out a sigh of relief as he stretched his limbs letting out a disgruntled groan. Ariel glanced at him with a look of confusion on her face. “Why are you groaning and acting like you did something ?”.

He looked at her questioning eyes that screamed out her protest and sighed. “Look dear, I am just a Professor in this university,” he said. “Like you, I am also unaware about the matters that the people there make.” “If there are any reasons as to why a matter will be considered as sealed, I can only think of a few reasons.” he sighed.

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.

Also, who dared to reprimand Colin like this? Oh, it was the professor. "Professor, do the police even care about putting people to sleep now?" I bravely faced Professor King's disdainful gaze and asked him. He solemnly shook his head and said, "Are the police so free now? But going to the police station can definitely sober up a drunkard." So that was what he meant. The professor was just messing with Colin again. Over the past few days, Colin had made countless video calls, checking in with me so strictly that it angered the professor. He scolded Colin for being useless and a clingy worrywart.

In fact, the professor has managed to put on some weight and looks tired. “You sound like I should be worried about being noticed,” he laughs as if he can’t believe me. He probably thinks I’m delusional so I can give him as much as a moment of benefit of the doubt. Just a moment, though. I raise my finger and grin, “Oh, but you should.” “Hmm. And why do you think so, my dear Sarah?” Professor brings his hand up to his face and scratches his chin. I imitate his action as I speak, “Well, to begin with, if you haven’t done your research, you’re in one hospital with the entire Vincent family. Don’t act like you don’t know who they are.”

"Good morning, class." My head held high as I saw our professor, Mr. Wilson. He is only in his mid-twenties, I think, but at his young age, he was known for being a terror professor. If students fail, he will really fail them without utmost consideration. He doesn't go through special projects and for some worst case scenario, bribery. "Hmm, that's strange, Mr. Rodríguez. Why didn't you join your friends in ditching the class?"

I could get used to this—being treated like a queen. As we descended the stairs, I took in more of the house’s splendor. The place was magnificent, every detail carefully crafted. My eyes landed on a large portrait of him hanging on the wall—Professor Maverick, his piercing gaze staring back at me. He was so damn hot, even more in that portrait. I thought I had hit the jackpot when I started dating Fenris, but Professor Maverick? This was beyond jackpot.

"Welcome to English Literature. My name is Professor Alabaster, and for the next semester, you’ll be under my watch." His eyes scanned the room, sharp and authoritative, and when they passed over Belle, she thought she saw the briefest flicker of something, something dark and heated. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the professional, unyielding facade of Professor Alabaster. Belle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to focus on what he was saying. He moved around the room, talking about the syllabus, the expectations, and the importance of participation. His voice was steady, his words calculated, but underneath it all, Belle felt the tension between them building. Every time

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!