The Professor.

The Professor.

  • WpView
    Reads 53
  • WpVote
    Votes 2
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadOngoing27m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 8, 2025
It all started as a joke. Avery and Lena-two best friends-created a dating profile for fun, using Avery's phone but featuring a picture of Lena. It was just one night of laughter, teasing random strangers, and never planning to take it seriously. After that, Lena moved on, caught up in her own love life. But Avery? She kept texting one man. It was different with him. Their conversations were deep, meaningful. He made her feel seen in a way no one else ever had. She fell in love with the way he spoke, the way he understood her. And slowly, she realized... he was falling too. But there was one problem.* He thought he was talking to Lena. Avery never corrected him. She wanted to-she swore she would. But before she could, she found out the truth. The man she had given her heart to... was none other than her professor, Damien Black
All Rights Reserved
#881
chubby
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Midnight Rewinds
  • Roommates with Benefits [COMPLETED]
  • Cliche Romance (FALEC)
  • Tangled By You
  • Worse for Love- Book #3 in the WF Series
  • Aria's Mistake
  • Life's Unexpected Turn
  • The Road We Took
  • Chasing You
  • Deeper

I never believed in perfect starts. I wasn't the guy who lit up a room or made girls turn their heads. But then she walked in-first day of senior year-and everything changed. Her name was Lena. Beautiful, sharp, untouchable. The kind of girl you admire from a distance and never think will notice you. And for a while, she didn't. But then something shifted. I asked for her Instagram. I started texting her. Late-night chats turned into inside jokes, nervous flirting, and long walks under empty skies. Slowly, she let me in. Slowly, I fell-harder than I ever thought possible. She started to love me too... or so I thought. But love is never a straight line. Not when her past is made of broken promises and bruised trust. Not when she starts pulling away just as I'm holding on tighter. I loved her harder the more she faded-and then, one day, she was gone. No explanations. No warning. Just silence. A year passed. Then, one night-midnight phone call, trembling voice, the same girl who broke me once asking if I still remember how it felt to love her. This is the story of how we began. Of how we ended. Of how sometimes, the people who break you are the only ones who know how to put you back together. And maybe-just maybe-some love stories aren't about forever. They're about surviving the parts that almost destroy you.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines