Winx Club Professor Palladium Novels & Stories

Isa had found the building and room number of Professor Ashford's office on the class syllabus. It was in the newly renovated psychology building at the heart of campus. Taking the marble staircase to the second floor, Isa reached room 111 - well, More like suite 111. The man probably meant a lot to the university. Isa often scoffed at the overly prestigious pedestal Wentworth was placed on. At the end of the day, everyone gets the same thing from college upon completion - a degree. Isa just paid a higher price and was now facing deeper debt. All for essentially more bragging rights. Most of her tuition was probably going to this man's paycheck.

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!

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-

************************* This story is about Student and Teacher relationship. Synopsis A Professor named John Gatchalian is secretly obsessed with his student named Myraquel Gonzaga. Prof. John intentionally dropped Myraquel grades. The only way she can pass and graduate is to have sex with her Professor.

Xasha already learned all this from his parents and probably knew more about it than the professor coming to give a lecture. When the professor finally showed up, it was a blue-haired old man wearing a long blue robe, carrying a pile of books in his hands. He rested them down on his desk then introduced himself as professor Hanaqua and he made each person in the class stand up and introduce themselves. Xasha was uninterested in all this but the people who caught his attention were a girl named Eloise who had gray hair. It was his first time meeting someone his age with metal affinity and another pink-haired girl named Megan. Her pink hair meant that her talent was healing, healers were rare,

His eyes lock with mine while his mouth destroys me. “Come for me, Elena.” I do, I shout his name, not Professor, just Mateo…while his tongue works, my body betrays me in the best way. When I can stand again, he rises. His mouth is wet. His hands are shaking. He reaches for his wallet, pulls out cash. Counts out 1,000 euros, places it on the work table. “Session complete. Tomorrow night, Nine PM.” “That wasn’t the session. You said tonight was free…”

"Did the Professor just say he's going to judge us on how well we defeat a predalion?" This time, I nod my head. Despite the distance, I can still see the Professor and the rest of the class. Honey and Clementine have their faces pressed against the glass dome as they and the rest of the class watch us. Meanwhile, Professor Double Hit is on his holo-display again. Tapping a series of buttons on it, I start to hear something. Clenching my fists, I activate my metal gauntlets, my arms encasing themselves in thick metal armor. Turning around, I look past Chadd and see the metal ground moving. It moves enough to form a large hole, and out from that hole comes a caged predalion.

"Vane is texting me. My friends from the studio are texting me. Everyone is sending the same link." "It’s just a picture," Caspian said. "It’s not just a picture! It’s us," I said. I clicked the link. It was a website called Aethelgard Truth. The photo was blurry and taken from far away. It showed us at the head table. My head was tilted toward him, and his hand was clearly visible on my leg under the edge of the white cloth. The title in big, red letters said: PROFESSOR’S PET: IS THE ST. CLAIRE GIRL PAYING TUITION WITH MORE THAN JUST SKETCHES?

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower was still smoking from the clone coup’s final collapse. Twisted metal and shattered consoles littered the floor, the air thick with the acrid scent of burnt wiring and hybrid ichor. Alex leaned against the far wall, one hand cradled protectively over his heavily swollen belly, the other gripping a scavenged pistol with white-knuckled force. The hybrid child inside him kicked hard, a powerful flutter that sent a fresh wave of mutation-fueled pleasure through his core. His cock throbbed painfully against the confines of his torn tactical pants, leaking steadily into the fabric. The collar around his throat and the platinum chain be

EVELYN’S POV I didn’t even notice her on the doorway before I let such words slip out of my mouth “Yeah, she’s tutoring my sister and she missed something” Elroy improvised, his voice subtle and convincing, he sure was a great liar. Smoothening my collar, I turned towards him “The papers aren’t as heavy, but since you insist, take them to Professor Kim, Mr Folly would use this class soon” I said quickly, walking past her, her eyes followed me, the perfect scent of strawberry and mist emanated from her expensive outfit, I could see the DIOR logo just enough to know.