Zahi Lectures Novels & Stories

Zosha shut the door and the professor’s voice drowned in complete silence. “All the lecture rooms are soundproof and a mix of technology and traditional methods of teaching. I attended a few lectures in the beginning and they were so awesome!” “You can’t attend them now?” I asked. She shook her head. “Although it’s compulsory to bring healing partners for students enrolled in a fast course, Kieth never took me to any other lecture after those first few… meow…” she said in a deflated tone. “Why not?” I asked. “Zosha overheals, meow,” she said.

“Why would I voluntarily spend time with you?” He shrugged. “Because I’m charming.” He leaned back in the chair, stretching his arms. “Come on. Ten minutes.” I studied him. Then I sighed. “Ten minutes max and I’ll bounce,” I told him. “Copy that.” Ziah gave a mock salute, his grin widening. Lectures began and ended. Before I made it to the door, Ziah joined me. We headed toward the walkway when two figures stepped into the path ahead. Kai and Zeke blocked the walkway like a human barricade.

Without a word, he placed his napkin on the table, pulled out his chair, and stood before her. "Fine, let's talk," he conceded, offering her the opportunity. Gesturing for her to follow, Zain led the way toward the study room, his demeanor calm and collected as he glanced back at his family, a warm smile assuring them that all was under control. Inside, as he closed the door behind them, Hazel felt a sense of isolation. He settled onto the couch, gesturing for Hazel to make herself comfortable. "I am here to answer all of your questions," he stated with a patient tone.

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.

The course should have finished thirty minutes ago, but Mr. Toto just left the classroom now. And it succeeded in inviting curses and grumbles from the students. Including me. "Crazy is a lecturer if you already talk like forgetting how to stop. It's a lecturer who corrupts time. Plus, he changed the schedule from the afternoon. Uh, annoying!" I said. "Never mind, let's eat first. I'm so hungry, sorry for the worm in my stomach for holding concerts for hours."

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.