Professeur Novels & Stories

But honestly, I felt sorry for the people at the back because of these three towers beside me. "First and foremost, I am Sebastian Mikael, your Power Control Professor," he said softly and calmly and put his hand over his chest. "You may call me Sir or Professor and I will be teaching you throughout your school year." He clasped his hands before him. "In this class, you will all learn how to have better control of your elements, analyze one's magic, know how to use your magic efficiently, and many more. As for now, we will start with the History of Power Control."

What if it was the weird professor trying to chase her about a date? She hesitantly pulled up the email, bracing herself for the cringeworthy content. But it wasn’t from Professor Hammond. Dear Miss Jones, Apologies I had to run off so quickly earlier. I didn’t get a chance to tell you how impressed I was by your talk. Your passion for history is rare and wonderful to see. On top of that you managed to capture the attention of our students. No easy feat I can tell you! I’m not exactly sure what you do for work at the moment, but I wondered if you have ever considered a career as a lecturer? You would need a Masters degree, but that is something we could support you with while still being emp

said mr Ranch with a threatening tone . " I don't believe that there's anything wrong with what I have said . As the royal teacher, I only look at the facts and statistics then I take into consideration my student's personality . Mr Ranch seems to have created a wrong impression of the current situiation . I am making sure to clear your vision and help you see the situation clearly . " said professor Can with a polite tone . " You ! " said mr Ranch but the king stopped him .

A wave of murmurs spread across the hall, but it sounded distant like I was underwater. He stepped forward, calmly. “Hello everyone. I’m Thiago De la Cruz—your new professor.” His voice, that same deep voice that asked if I wanted to sleep against his chest all night. My grip tightened around my pen. I couldn’t breathe properly. Then his eyes met mine. I inhaled sharply as my stomach flipped. A flicker of recognition and shock flashed across his face. His hand tightened slightly around the marker, just for a second but it disappeared just as fast. His expression went blank again.

“ Welcome to Varsity school of talent, my name is Sebastian Gane, your new history and arts professor. “ Something about the man's voice sent me shivering, was he the man in my room?

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

His deep voice reverberated and they sounded sincere enough. But something hold Maya that this man was not sorry at all. "My name is Doctor Alexander Grey but you can call me Professor Grey." He pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose, looking at each student in turn. "We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things."

I start the long and futile work of reporting the comments and reporting the accounts. Until I find one comment that catches my eye. “I just saw this professor guy few hours ago with his family, do you think they know he sleeps with his students?” I press the report and block button and start to leave for his family house.

"Good morning class. My name is Dr. Alqamar San Diego and I will be your professor in Biochemistry for the whole year," Shit.

His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his gentle gaze encompassed us all. He had gentle features yet there was something about him that attracted me to him. “Good morning, everyone,” he began, setting his materials down on the desk. His voice was deep and smooth, with just a hint of an accent that I couldn’t quite place. “I’m Professor Farid Reign, and I’ll be guiding you through Advanced Theoretical Physics this semester. We’re going to delve into the complexities of quantum mechanics, explore the difficulties of string theory, and discuss the latest developments in cosmology.”