Novel & Cerita Professor Merrythought

I finally reached the pedestal and stopped a few feet away, and I stared up at the tall professor who was waiting for me with a deep, permanent scowl carved into his aged face. The professor wore long black robes that dragged across the polished stone, and he held a digital scroll that projected a glowing blue list of names into the air between us. He looked me up and down with open disgust, and he pinched the bridge of his nose because my muddy boots were leaving filthy footprints across his pristine classroom floor. "I was informed that the Varric pack was sending a human charity case today, but I expected them to at least wash you before dumping you on my campus," the professor sighed, an

“Moderation is important, you know. Tutoring clearly works, but look at how drained you are.” I wished so desperately to smash that thermos into his face right now. Just then, Sarek clapped his hands, his eyes landing on me with unmistakable amusement. “Everyone, quiet down. To clarify the rumors about me being a homewrecker, I’ve invited a special individual involved in the matter.” The class erupted. “Is the Professor’s girlfriend coming?” My heart sank. He wouldn’t publicly expose us, would he? Just then, the door opened. Instead of a beautiful woman, a bulky lop-eared rabbit beastman with a face full of muscle stomped in. It was Charlotte.

“Close the door.” I did. The lock clicked. “Sit.” He gestured to the chair opposite his desk. I stayed standing. “What do you want?” Marcus finally met my eyes. “You’ve been a good earner, Nyx. But your professor friend? He's in trouble. Been sniffing around my books for weeks. Asking questions. Threatening my operation.” I swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He laughed short, ugly. “Sure you don’t. But here’s the deal: you feed me everything he tells you.

Lanky and silver-haired with furrowed brows born from decades of being disappointed by bullshit, Professor Fae looked at us like we were all half-breathing toxins, dragging him further from the truth. “Lovely,” he muttered dryly, hands clasped behind his back. His voice echoed through the circle. “Pack drama before coffee. Just the type of mental stimulation I ask of my fighters.” Calder stepped back without prompting. “Professor.” Professor Fae’s pale eyes scanned the crowd briefly before fixing themselves on me. “Miss Greaves,” he said evenly. “Seeing as you seem to be the topic at hand here, you may as well be helpful.” I crossed my arms. “That was my intention.”

"So, maybe...I don't know, I'll do something for you. Something that we will both enjoy and we'll call it even." "Do something like what?" I swallowed, my heart beating in my chest. It's now or never Nevaeh. "Can I give you oral sex in exchange for my grades, Mr. Martinez?" I blurted out, my heart stuck in my throat as he stared at me with an unreadable expression that I couldn't quite decipher.

"What? Are you afraid that I might eat you up?" I swallowed hard as filthy images flashed in my mind. "Relax, kitten." When I looked at him through the rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of a dirty smirk on his face. "I don't bite," he said. Liar. We'd always related well within the academy walls. But this was different. I was literally heading into his territory. What kind of school allows the students to sleep outside the dorm? "Did you notice? Professor Storm wanted the exact same books you took," Professor Hale suddenly uttered, pulling me out of my frenzied thoughts.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that things were changing, faster than she could process. The professor’s voice broke through her thoughts as the lecture began. Belle sat up straighter and forced herself to pay attention. She took notes, nodding along at the appropriate times, but part of her was still elsewhere, caught between the intensity of her feelings for Noah and the reality of the life she had to maintain outside of him.

The longer they waited to speak, the more anxious I grew. Finally, someone put down the paper in their hands and spoke. “It has come to the school’s attention that certain standards and tenets that we uphold here in UCB have been breached, giving rise to disgraceful misconducts.” I was practically on the edge of my seat. “How did you Professor Deric?” The old lady turned to me, expecting an answer for my lips. It was wondrous how I could hear anything over the loud thumps of my heart.

The whole class is talking about professor Zain and I'm smiling like an idiot thinking about him. What's happening to me? Stop thinking about him, Inaya. He's your professor. I mentally scolded myself for thinking about him. I don't want to think about him but still, I'm thinking about him. There is seriously something wrong with me. Three lectures passed away in thinking about my hottie professor. Now it is break time and I'm still thinking about him, sitting in the cafeteria with Anu and Vikas.

She smiled at me, but I saw the worry and fear still lingering on her face. “Thank you, Professor,” she said, bowing her head. “If you find out any information, would you be able to come back and tell me? I just have this nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach that I can’t seem to shake.” “I will,” I told her. It was clear that Merida wasn’t a part of this dormitory, thankfully. But whoever dorm she belonged to would notice her not being there; therefore, they would soon figure out she was the student who passed away.