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He handed his registration card to the professor. "You are late, Mr. Aster." "I am so sorry Prof. I got lost. It will not happen again." He apologized. "Take your seat." "Thank you Prof." He was still gasping for air when the professor introduced herself. "I am Professor Hyacinth Torrez. I will be you class adviser for the whole semester. This is a Pre-Medicine Course so I will be teaching Basic Sciences and Chemistry. Now I want you to introduce yourselves to the class. As I call your name, you go here in front and tell us something about yourself. Is that understood?"

“Did you think you were Taylor Swift, little girl? Did you think writing too much like her would make me happy? She is already in the business. We don’t need another one.” I lower my head, clenching my fist because I want to shout back so badly. Professor Clarke is a sophisticated woman in her mid-thirties, but she has mood swings like a woman going through menopause. I don’t argue with my professors, but she’s the only one who upsets me to the core. “I understand, professor.” I’m also not the only student going back and forth at her office in the past few weeks, but I’m the last one she hasn’t passed.

"Yeah, his full name is Clevincent Madriano Suitarez. Handsome and rich, but he eats at places like this even though he has a lot of money. By the way, he’s also a professor—he owns Zector State University." "That's a long name," I remarked, glancing at the guy. A professor, huh? What if he becomes my teacher? Manifesting, Lord, maybe. "Wait, how do you know his full name?" I asked, giving Grace a suspicious look. She chuckled softly. "Come on, he’s famous, and so is his twin. You really don't know what's happening in the world," Grace said, laughing, which made me bow my head in embarrassment, but my curiosity didn't end there.

A perk for being a good teacher, I guess. Outside the mafia world, I am Professor Quinn. I use my middle name and there are bickering that I am Matteo Scarpelli, or a doppelganger. No one has ever dared ask me openly because they fear I might cut them into pieces and through their dismembered parts away where they will never be found. Well, my only requirement to the school before accepting this job is that my professional life be kept aside from my several businesses. Stanbury accepted my terms and that's how I became a History Professor in their establishment, this year being my fifth year with them.

I said carefully, choosing my words with caution, “I'm not sure how the person you're searching for is connected to my friend. Kieran is not him.” The professor didn’t respond immediately. He just kept looking at me, his expression unreadable. It felt like he was piecing something together, and I didn’t know whether to feel defensive or afraid. The nurse beside him shifted awkwardly, clearly eager to say more but holding back. Finally, the professor spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Nurse,” he said, gesturing toward the door. “I need to speak with Miss Aria alone.” The nurse blinked, clearly surprised, but nodded quickly. “Of course, Professor,” she said, backing out of the room. She threw on

, I uttered as I finished licking the last drop of blood beneath my lips. He was one of the Professors of Arcadia College Academy. His name was Dan Austin and I waited for almost fifty-six years to find a man who had huge energy inside his body that could help me to leech inside his body freely. Oops, it's my human body already and I'm enjoying it. I smirked.

Others tapped their fingers, glanced sideways, or simply stared ahead like soldiers awaiting orders. The room didn't feel like a classroom. It felt like a cage of predators told to act civilized. Professor Viorell stood at the front, still twirling his chalk with idle flair. The board behind him bore three words in looping script: The Arcane Veins He let the silence linger, almost like he was savoring it—then turned with a slow grin, eyes dancing behind the smoke-tinted lenses of his spectacles. “So,” he said, dragging the word like a dagger across velvet. “What are Arcane Veins? Anyone care to enlighten us?”

the professor nodded slightly Proffesors with stoic face were sitting at the front of the podium,as she wobbly walked across the huge halls toward the platform. She was about to start , when caught sight of a familiar beautiful face, "No it not possible, please forget him Aria. No this is not happening to me today. Get hold of yourself Aria!" She screamed inwardly. Sitting across her in middle of the professors who are here to judge her today ,is what seems like an illusion of the handsome guy from rain. "No it isn't possible , let calm down here" she shut her eyes and breath hard. "What wrong with that student" the coldest looking professor said angrily.

said Anam. "Come on, you don't need to be emotional and angry in this room," said Professor Sari, to Aris Perdana. With the maturity of his age, Professor Sari is not provoked by the provocative acts shown by Anam. In fact, Professor Sari managed to calm Aris who was provoked by emotion. But again, Professor Sari's patience made Anam even more arrogant. “Come with me immediately, Professor. The Rector was waiting in the office. Don't make Mr Mirza wait long," said Anam.