Novel & Cerita Zahi Lectures

The line only rings twice before a warm voice answers, “Rosewood Café, good morning! May I take your order?” “Good morning,” I reply, matching their energy. “This is Professor Hazel from the university. I’d like to order a large cappuccino and a giant chocolate muffin, please.” “Of course. Will that be all, miss?” “Yes, thank you. Could someone deliver it to my lecture hall?” “No problem. What lecture hall?” “I think… Hall Six.” There’s a light chuckle on the other end. “Occult studies, huh? Your order will be there within thirty minutes. Will that be cash or card?”

A few days later, Lucian found himself sitting in the lecture hall, staring at Thea as she animatedly explained how the relations between cells work to an engaged audience. He had known that he was late for the meeting and Haden had filled him in before disappearing off with that other professor.

His gaze is sharp, cold and cutting. Zaria stammers, “Is the class over?” Damian doesn’t answer her. Instead, he slowly closes his notebook—an action that somehow makes the air feel even tenser. “Is something bothering you, Zaria?” Damian asks, his voice low but firm. “It seems you didn’t pay attention to my lecture at all today.” Zaria can only lower her head in shame. “I’m sorry, Professor.” Damian adjusts his glasses. “So,” he begins, walking steadily and calmly towards her, “what made you ignore my lecture?”

Juliet Sinclair sat in the third row, with her back straight on the chair and a notebook opened before her on a desk. The lecture hall buzzed with the usual noise of students parking up, but she stayed still. Her phone had just vibrated in her bag and she already knew what the message said. It was another tuition f*e warning. She kept her face calm and raised her hand when Professor Harlan asked about the theme of forbidden love in literature. "Love that breaks rules always ends in pain," she said clearly. "But people still choose it. That's what makes it powerful."

Zahra's POV I fucking love being at university. ‘Why didn’t we push to do this before?’ Zanthe hums with happiness in my mind as our second lecture of the day wraps up. This one was Advanced Business Strategy. Bastion is beside me, and another girl with a mane of curly brown hair is on my other side, her tortoiseshell glasses perched on the bridge of her nose as she takes as many notes as I have. I don’t think Bastion’s taken any.

Alberto was very confused. He had completely lost his mind and his idea. If another lecturer had suddenly entered his class and taught it, Alberto could say something like that. But that time, the lecturer who entered his class was Professor Hugo. He was just silent. He was confused about what he should say. He was silent for a moment.

“We see the way Professor Diego looks at you in class. Like he wants to eat you alive. It’s obvious he has a thing for you.” My stomach dropped. “Eww,” I said too quickly, too loudly. “How can you even say that? He’s our lecturer. And he’s… older. There’s like a ten-year gap between us. That’s gross and totally inappropriate. He’s probably just… intense about teaching. That’s all.” I kept rambling, words tumbling out like I could talk my way out of the heat crawling up my neck. Three pairs of eyes staring at me. Tasha tilted her head. “How do you know so much about our professor, Soph?”

“We’re playing The Game of Hearts!” Groans and chuckles followed. Jordan leaned back in his chair. “Oh, here we go again. Every event turns into Hazel’s circus.” Hazel shot him a playful glare, folding her arms. “At least my circus keeps people awake — unlike your TED Talks on stock portfolios, Professor Boring.” The table burst into laughter, forks clinking and glasses shaking as even Richard bit back a grin.

Hazel arrived on campus slightly damp but determined to make the most of the day. Her first class of the day was History 203: World War II and Its Aftermath. The professor was a passionate storyteller, bringing to life the events and struggles of the past. Hazel found herself engrossed in the narratives of courage and resilience, drawing parallels to the challenges she faced in her own life.