Todos los capítulos de Velmora Academy: Falling for My Non-Human Professor: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

One of his dark brows rose slightly. “And what point is that?”“That I’m not a boring nerd!” She pointed a dramatic finger at her own chest. “My ex-boyfriend is a shameless, lying cheater. He said that because I actually like reading books and have no social life, I’m completely boring. He even said... he said I have the charm of a library book!”The man’s lips twitched, the ghost of an amused smirk threatening to break through his cold facade. “A library book?”“Yes!” Elara slapped the table with her open palm.Immediately, her head spun from the sheer force of the motion. The room did a full 360-degree flip, and she had to white-knuckle the edge of the table just to stay upright.“But Daniel…” she continued proudly, her voice lifting, “the bartender... he’s a very smart man. He said, I can charm any man in this bar.”The stranger remained silent. He simply leaned back, tracking the movements of the heavily intoxicated woman putting on a theatrical performance right in front of him.

Elara let out a loud, cold, mocking laugh that cut through the room. "Nothing? You actually expect me to believe that? I literally caught you two with my own eyes! The clothes were on the floor, Brandon! And you’re still standing in my apartment telling me there was nothing?"Brandon scratched his head, looking mildly annoyed that his usual charm wasn't working."Listen to me, Elara. She seduced me. I was drunk, okay? I didn’t mean for it to happen. How could I possibly love someone like her? She's just a distraction." He stepped closer, trying to project a look of pure sincerity. "Look at you. You’re beautiful, smart and kind. Why would I ever permanently leave someone like you?"Elara rolled her eyes so hard she was worried they might actually get stuck in the back of her head."Oh, really?" she sneered, crossing her arms tightly. "So don’t tell me your damn brain suddenly stopped working and your body just accidentally tripped, fell, and cheated on me. Save the sob story."Bran

Elara didn’t waste a single second. Early the next morning, she packed up every single thing she owned into one worn-out suitcase. By 7:00 AM, she was locking her apartment door for the very last time. She was completely unaware that Brandon Cole would probably show up later that day, expecting to find his obedient, lovey-dovey girlfriend waiting for him. In fact, he did. He arrived the moment she left, and when he realized the apartment was completely empty, he stormed out while cursing her name in the empty hallway. But Elara couldn't care less about that scumbag anymore. He was entirely beneath her notice now. Her heart was pounding with pure excitement. She was going to Velmora Academy. Because she was too poor to afford a plane ticket, she had no choice but to take the train. The journey was a brutal, grueling twelve hours. The cabin was cramped and noisy, but Elara spent the entire time staring out the window, watching the city fade into rolling hills and deep, dense fo

Finally, they reached the fifth floor. The young man set her heavy suitcase down right in front of her designated door with a soft thud, entirely unfazed by the steep climb.He leaned back against the wall, flashing her one last dazzling, dimpled smile. "By the way, I'm Asher," he said, pointing a finger toward the very end of the long corridor. "My room is right at the corner over there. If you ever need help with anything else or if you just want to yell some more creative curses…you know where to find me."Elara looked toward the last door down the quiet hallway and gave a small nod, adjusting her glasses. "I'm Elara. And thanks... for the lift.""You're welcome, Elara," Asher chuckled, turning on his heel. He waved over his shoulder as he disappeared down the hallway, his footsteps fading away.Once he was out of sight, Elara let out a massive sigh of relief. The tension drained from her shoulders. She quickly swiped her new ID card against the electronic lock, pushed the heavy

Elara clutched the straps of her small bag with trembling fingers, her eyes wide as she stood in the center of the grand Velmora Academy cafeteria. Calling it a cafeteria was an absolute insult. The space was cavernous, designed with high, vaulted stone ceilings, floating crystal chandeliers, and long, polished mahogany tables. It looked like a five-star Michelin restaurant, packed with elaborate buffet stations that served everything from roasted venison and caviar to imported delicate pastries. But the moment Elara’s eyes drifted toward the digital menu boards displaying the prices, her heart sank straight into her stomach. A single side dish cost more than her entire weekly grocery budget back in the city. The numbers were astronomical, clearly catered to the wealthy elite and high-ranking students who populated the academy. Feeling a cold sweat break out on the back of her neck, she bypassed the lavish meat stations and walked straight to the most economical section at t