Professor Merrythought の小説・ストーリー

He turned to go pick up his shirt and walked away from the grave site, eyes bloodshot and taking a deep breath of the forest air, not feeling any semblance of peace as he left behind his haunting past. . . . . . The ghosts of all the deceased Blackwood Pack that had been standing around the gravestones unseen, both young and old stared at his retreating form in despair. ********************************************************** Marcie paced back and forth outside of their classroom in the corridor, checking her phone for the time every few seconds. It had been twenty minutes since Professor Lucas was supposed to start his history class, and there was still no sign of him. She was starting to

Derek said in a singsong voice and she flipped him off. "Well," Kirsty waved her hand around excitedly, "I was explaining how my sister-" "Well, no shit." Jason cut her short, his lips pulled down into a frown and his brows furrowed. "The professor is here." If a single statement was able to send her heart racing faster than possible then that comment did the trick. Maya could feel her palms getting sweaty, her chest tightened as if someone was squeezing it hard enough to make her breath shallow.

' he thought, now he see why his brother was distracted after seeing her. Finally snapping out of his daze, he went round the table to behind his desk, picking up a piece of paper, he skimmed through it. After a minute, he looked back at the Students and began talking. His loud, cold voice immediately gaining their attention. "My name is Victor King, I will be your professor for this year." he paused for few seconds before continuing. "You may only call me Mr King, or Professor. I will not tolerate any shenanigans in my hall and make sure to pay attention when I am teaching, I will not be repeating myself."

2 XAVIER I thank whatever fucking god that all of these idiots are finally done with this class. I have taught English literature for three years now. Each year has been a different experience for me. The first year was by far the best. I was a new professor. Twenty three years old. I was so excited for my first real year teaching. I was excited to prove to the world that I didn't get the job just because my father is the dean. At the start of my first year of teaching, I was the shiny new toy. All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings.

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

The girl asked cheerfully. "Ofcourse not," Immediately the young man answered seriously, forgetting his nephew's milk. "Don't do that, it's not fresh anymore," Sir said immediately seriously when she picked up a bag of oranges. Hera just smiles because the professor knows a lot about shopping for such things. He was almost the one who put the groceries in her push cart. She was just putting a bunch of candy that they were passing by. That's why the professor returned it immediately to the place where she took it because he said it was too sweet and not good for health.

I whispered. “And that will be all for today,” Professor Kai’s voice cut through the room, firm and final. He was already snapping his textbook shut, as a few eager students shot their hands up, but he waved them off with a tired motion. “Hold your questions until next time, and I promise to address them all.” I glanced at my watch, he was leaving early. A full thirty minutes early!?, my stomach tightened, and then, I knew my guess was right, Something is wrong!

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

The room settled into a tense calmness as we prepared to discuss the reason for the Professor's presence. Turning to the Professor, I explained our predicament, recounting the treachery of Blake, Mia, and Miranda. I detailed our plan to exact revenge and bring justice to those who had wronged us. The Professor listened attentively, nodding occasionally as the gravity of the situation sank in. He understood the urgency and the importance of our request. After a thoughtful pause, the Professor's eyes gleamed with a mischievous twinkle. "I have just the solution for you," he declared, his voice filled with a newfound enthusiasm. "But it will require precise execution and unwavering determinatio

“What on earth is going on here?” Edwin and I both turned to see the vice dean, Ms. Morrie, striding into the office. Ms. Morrie was a quirky, but competent, older woman with a gray pixie cut and a pair of cat-eye glasses. She always seemed to be wearing cardigans with leopard print on them in some capacity or another. “Ms. Morrie,” Edwin said, bowing his head respectfully. “It appears that Miss Richards over here…” He gestured to the female professor. “...Seems to think my student is trying to… seduce me.”