Professor Merrythought Novels & Stories

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

Doug's smile grew even more wicked. "Professor Morty hasn't slept with Professor Campbell yet, huh? Fine, I'll show some mercy. I'll let Professor Morty watch from the side while I fuck Professor Campbell. At least that way, he'll get some satisfaction—if only mentally."

Five minutes later, she gave me the answer I wanted and hurried out of her office. After I was sure I had everyone's attention, I rubbed my palms together and cleared my throat. “Good morning, everyone. Unfortunately, Professor Milgram had to attend to an emergency and she won't be able to take her class today. With her permission, we'll be having Advanced Literature instead.”

Then, I looked down and started fiddling with the ballpen in my notebook. "Welcome to Psychology 119, I'm professor Aiden Solarez Master teacher of psychology class. I expect all of you to take notes while I discuss about human behavior. I don't want a slow and playful student here, don't expect me to show any mercy to anyone of you especially when I recite.. if you think you can't do it and it's difficult, you can leave now" his deep voice sent shivers to my spine I bit my lip as I watched the other students leave the lecture hall, I was still thinking twice whether I should leave or not

I yelled at my reflection and resumed angrily brushing my teeth. “Don’t worry, the university is huge. I would most definitely not find him again.” I convinced myself, trying to stop the tightness that had raveled up my gut since last night. Plus, he was human, so in his perspective, a girl he was flirting with just screamed at his face and ran away. If that isn’t crazy, I don't know what else is. Once I was done with my morning rituals, I picked my phone up. There was an email from my economics Professor again.

Wendy's POV. "Wendy, what kind of person did you think the professor is? We all here agreed that he isn't just an ordinary person or a professor, right guys?" May suddenly brought up the question, and I was forced to look away from the book I had been reading to give her a bored look. I can't wait to go home and sleep. This girl was driving me nuts with Professor George's talks, and her group of no-good friends wasn't helping matters. It was terrible.

Amaar asked, changing the topic while walking with her as he got nervous of her. “When is it?” She asked uninterestedly. She felt relieved and took a sigh of relief as he changed the topic. “Next weekend.” Amaar informed her. “No, I won't come.” She answered, scrunching her nose. “All our professors are coming. Even Professor Khan is also coming to the party. Won't you come?” He asked surprisingly. She was startled after listening to Zaviyaar's name. “I will think about it.” She stated, finishing the topic.

Edward hurriedly come to me and started slapping on my back to reduce my coughing. "It's... it's... our professor Timothy!" I told him breathing heavily. "What?" he looked at me unsurely. "HE'S OUR NEW NEIGHBOUR!!" ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Isa had persistent trouble staying focused the rest of the week. She couldn't tell if she was dreading the approaching Friday... or anticipating it. The size of the class dwindled significantly. Readings were lengthy, assignments rigorous, but Isa found the subject fascinating. And as intimidating as he was, Professor Ashford was a captivating and charismatic lecturer. He was extremely well-versed and knowledgeable in his field, warranting his many accolades and respect amongst peers. The week flew by, Isa almost forgetting about their post-class encounter on the first day...

I force myself to not blush, or show the least bit of interest, because Leo was a shark, once he bit into something, he never let go. “For a course I have to pass or else I won’t graduate. I’m here for extra credit.” I throw in an eye roll for good measure. Leo nods in understanding. We were never the school type, that was for my sister, Madeline. My professor parks the car, his parking is smooth by the way, and they join us. “The path ahead is to be journeyed by foot.” Leo says with an air of drama. I chuckle. “You haven’t stopped this yet?”