Professor Merrythought Novelas e Histórias

Of all the seats, why mine? I tried to keep my thoughts silent. But of course, he heard me anyway. “You don’t want me to sit here?” he whispered under his breath. I turned to him. “Do you ever stop listening to people’s thoughts?” He didn’t answer. Just smirked and looked ahead like he was enjoying this more than he should. The professor began the lesson. It was about hybrid laws and supernatural history—something I should have known but didn’t. It had been over a month since I’d attended school properly. Too many things had happened. Too much pain.

For now, all we can do is pray for her happiness and safety. "A-and I am here to personally announce your new Psychology Professor." Despite the pain she was feeling, she managed to smile while saying those words, and she looked at the damn guy. The confusion passed through my eyes as my brain finally processed what he meant by what he said, but the confusion quickly dissipated as soon as I realized what he meant. With my mouth wide open and in awe, I stared at the direction of the commotion, and there I saw a smiling Dashiel Davin Carter, approaching Professor. I gave a questioning look at Professor and that man, wondering if my thoughts and my solution to the puzzle in my mind were correct

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

Then the server came to take our order. Professor Reed barely looked at the menu before ordering the roasted squash tart, black pepper pasta, lemon-butter trout, and blood orange panna cotta. My fingers stopped against my water glass. I had mentioned all of those. Two months ago, when my thesis had nearly driven me insane, I sent my anonymous boyfriend a screenshot of this faculty club’s seasonal menu. If I survive this thesis, I’m coming here for the trout and that blood orange dessert. He replied almost immediately. Noted. When we meet, I’ll take you there.

EVELYN’S POV Staring at the half filled room with students on one side and the others already on their way to the Sterling home, I read out the topic for the day, passing an attendance slip to Elroy who sat in the front row. I let his fingers graze my wrist, avoiding his eyes and staring only at the paper. “Since you all have given more thought to your studies, you’ve earned your merits” I announced with a strict expression on my face They didn’t respond with happiness, I mean who would. If I weren’t a Profressor, seeing Adrian Hale in real life would be one of the best things too.

What’s the point? Before I can spiral further, the door swings open and the room falls silent. Dean Whitmore strides in, her heels clicking against the concrete floor. Beside her stands a man I’ve never seen before. "Everyone, listen up," the dean says, her voice sharp. "Professor Langley was in a car accident last night. He’s stable, but he’ll need time to recover." A murmur ripples through the class. Jessica gasps, clutching her chest like this is a tragedy meant just for her. Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern.

Really stupid jerk! I took five chalks from the box and approached him. He held out his hand and I angrily laid the chalk on his palm. "Thank you Mam!" he said with a smile and left again. Why ... Why is he jolly now? How long has John been in heaven? He has been my professor for years! He never treated us like his new students. He was really laughing while we were. Pure recitation, when not answered automatically five. "Mam, you and Sir are fine" said one of my female students.

Just that same calm, unreadable expression, like he already knew I was here. Like he had expected this. And then he set his briefcase down, turned to face the class, and spoke. "Welcome to Advanced Software Security. I'm Professor Earl Sherwood." Oh. My. God. My breath caught in my throat. No. No, no, no, no. No way. There was no way I had spent the night pouring my soul out to my professor. And there was definitely no way I had spent half of it thinking about how good he smelled.