ENGLISH VERSION Sheids Noah Fawzi is an heir to a large company in Turkey but left the country and family to pursue his dream of becoming a teacher in the Philippines, the country where his Filipina mother grew up. He is the only son, so his Turkish father's dream is that he will continue the legacy of the family company. But his passion for teaching that he got from his mother's side is stronger than the pull of being business minded from his father's side. At Polaris University he works as Mathematics' Professor, Calculus major. The one year he planned to stay in the country turned into three years, and was extended when he met Astherielle Zuluetevo, the first student who caught his attention. What a beautiful woman despite her simplicity. She entered her class wearing something he had never seen in University students, an oversized t-shirt, baggy pants and rubber shoes. Astherielle has only been out of the facility for a few months because she was diagnosed with a strange disorder, nymphomaniac. Stayed there for two years to recover. When the treatment was completed, she got better, went out and went on with her life. But when she meets the handsome and strange Professor, a strange soul joins her. Fearing that the old pain would return, she went back to taking anti-depressant medication. Despite the illness, she was able to protect her virginity by being careful and proactive. She fought the disorder with everything she could before, and that's what she would do again if the disorder came back. One night, Professor found out her most hidden secret. And she did not expect how he was helped and protected from people and the dangerous world. The first man she would give herself, body and soul to...
View MoreChapter 8Scheid's POVFifteen minutes ago...I'm not sure what time our department meeting will end, so I immediately made an announcement in our group chat that I might not be able to make it to my afternoon classes, which run from five to nine in the evening. This group chat is exclusive to class presidents only. I created it to make it easier for me to give important announcements, just like this one. After sending the message, they will be the ones to pass the information to their classmates.I told them early on that we won't have classes anymore, even before the meeting was extended for another hour. I've done what needs to be done so that my students won't get tired of going to classes at odd hours, but while the meeting is ongoing, I'm thinking about my students who belong to international classes. Those who don't have a block or those who are mixed in with other classes. I have no contact with them or a way to reach them. I'm concerned about all of them because I know how fa
Chapter 7Astherielle's POVI don't know whether to face or avoid this person. I am intimidated by his presence, which has only intensified with his recent words. Can he really read me? Am I afraid of him or just being challenged? I'm not sure... Maybe... I'm just being cautious, that's why I'm acting this way.Who would have thought he would follow me here just to talk to me and criticize me?And oh yeah, he told me to stay after class earlier because he said we had something important to discuss. I completely forgot about it, without any jokes or excuses, because all I wanted was to leave that small, overcrowded room. I'm still not used to being around so many people, in a noisy environment, and feeling like everyone's eyes are on me even though it's just my imagination."Y-Yes?" I stuttered."Hmmm... 'Yes'? Too much politeness... Huh... Sir. That's what you should call me so it doesn't sound too... old in your hearing."I pursed my lips again. I am not used to interacting with peopl
Chapter 6Scheid's POVFifteen minutes ago..."Professor Fawzi!" one of my co-teachers called out to me as I arrived at our main building.At first, I thought it was Tara. Thankfully, it wasn't her because I wasn't in the mood to go out or do anything else that she might offer me at this hour. I was too preoccupied thinking about my new student who came in earlier. I had asked her to stay after class because we needed to talk, but she had already left without even saying goodbye or looking at me. I don't demand much, but I had hoped she would at least give me a small gesture of respect as her professor, especially since she's new to my class.Isn't that how it's supposed to be? Or am I just not used to having a female student who doesn't give me the same attention as my other female students do? Most of them don't want to go home, but she seems so eager to leave.Plus, it's not just some random chitchat we're going to have. It's also for her benefit, so she can keep up with the lesson
Chapter 5Astherielle's POV"A-Ah... C-Calculus..."I looked at both sides of me, quickly trying to avoid showing that I was tense with this guy and the many eyes staring at me. I slowly adjusted my standing position while thinking discreetly."Ah... H-Honestly, I haven't memorized the exact and complicated definition of it for myself..."It was really complicated when I first read it.I shifted my gaze to the blackboard as my excuse, so I wouldn't appear to be scrutinizing this guy too much. It was unfair that my vision was still clear enough to see his good looks and charm from where I was standing.Why am I doing this again?Ah, I know... Maybe it's because he's the first good-looking guy I've ever seen. I'm sure there are more handsome men out there, but since I'm too shy to look at each of my classmates' faces one by one, I assumed he was the most handsome man I've seen so far. Yeah... Of course... Later, I might find someone even more handsome than him!During my walk earlier, I
Chapter 4Astherielle's POVTwo hours ago...It took me three days to make a decision about whether I should go to Polaris University or not.For the past few weeks, I had locked myself inside my room, repeatedly asking myself the same question: "Am I really ready to leave my familiar world behind?"I let out a long sigh. I had just gotten off Tita Mavic's car, who had just waved goodbye and wished me good luck."Astherielle, hija, how are you feeling?" She sat beside me earlier and looked out the car window. "I'll pick you up later, okay? Just text or call me anytime... The office is not that busy today because we finished our project yesterday... See you later..."I didn't go to class this morning. I suddenly showed up in the afternoon, with only two classes left for the day. I don't know what came over me to make a decision at the last minute.While I was locked up in my room, many thoughts rushed through my mind. I must have gotten tired, which led me to this decision. I called Ti
Chapter 3Scheid's POV"Is it really okay with you, sir, to add another student to your class? I heard that your five calculus classes are full because of the number of students transferring to your class. Well, it seems like I haven't heard any complaints from you..." said Mr. Grospe, the sixty-two-year-old head of Mathematics department. A tall and chubby professor who you might mistake for Santa Claus because of his thick and white beard.My first response was a soft laugh. In the three years I have been teaching here at Polaris University, that is nothing new for me. I haven't had a class that wasn't filled with students, always at the limit, and sometimes even beyond it. Even though Calculus is a difficult subject, it's surprising that there are still many students who are motivated to attend."It seems like Mr. Solven is going to resign because no students want to attend his class anymore. You both teach the same thing..." He laughed and shook his head.He was referring to anoth
Chapter 2Astherielle's POV"It's just right, Asthe, what you did! It's just right because to be honest, I don't know how to take care of you anymore! Every day, it's a struggle to figure out what to do with you! It's probably better if you leave so that I can just think about myself! Being a mother is exhausting! I just can't tell you that because you still have some use to me! You're helpful in small ways! But I can manage without you! I can live on my own without constantly thinking about you!" she turned to Aunt Mavic and with a sigh said, "Alright, Mavic, take her and leave my house!" The day for my release from the rehabilitation hospital after two years of treatment has arrived, but I didn't expect to still hear my mother's last words like that. It was as if I was being squeezed alive while bravely and tearfully hearing them. I know I hurt her, but I also know that I helped her. She won't have to worry about me anymore...I wiped away my tears and just looked out the window wit
Chapter 1Astherielle's POV"Asthe!" Mama calls me loudly.I cannot remember a time when she called me using proper language; it was always either in a gruff tone or a shout."Yes, Mama? I'm here," I quickly ran towards her."You... Yes, you! Later, after you eat and finish your chores, go straight to your room, okay? You'll be in trouble if I catch you outside when I come home tonight!"Our TV is in the living room, and it's the only one we have, which is something I regret. I can't watch my favorite shows on my favorite TV channel because I have a curfew every day. I'm not allowed to leave my room after eight o'clock at night.Mama works at a well-known club. She's a waitress there, and over time, the manager convinced her to become an entertainer and a paid companion. Her duty is from five in the afternoon until twelve o'clock in the morning. She's given the graveyard shift, so she often comes home drunk and exhausted in the evenings.All my life, I followed her orders not to leave
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Plagiarism is a CRIME!❗WARNING: Contained matured contents.My imaginary characters:*Sheids Noah Fawzi- Nick Bateman*Astherielle Zuluetevo- Brooke Shields (Her face during 1980's)——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————PrologueI cried looking down at my shaking legs. I couldn't stop a weak sob from escaping my throat when I felt t
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Plagiarism is a CRIME!❗WARNING: Contained matured contents.My imaginary characters:*Sheids Noah Fawzi- Nick Bateman*Astherielle Zuluetevo- Brooke Shields (Her face during 1980's)——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————PrologueI cried looking down at my shaking legs. I couldn't stop a weak sob from escaping my throat when I felt t
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