Charles Xavier First Class Novels & Stories

Roxanne was left standing alone, her eyes scanning the room when she saw a familiar face approaching her. "And here's the lady of the hour, the one and only, the extremely beautiful Roxanne Zamira Santos," Charles said with a dimpled smile. Roxanne's eyes widened in surprise. "Charles? What are you doing here?" Charles chuckled. "Mr. Xavier is a good friend of my father's. Not being here would have hurt my father." He took her hand, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "You look beautiful, Rox. Wanna come sit with me at my table?"

"You're the one who beat up the tenth elder and my son?" Doubtful, Charles looked at Lucas. 'He's way too young, and the tenth elderly is a Rank 7 Evolved One.' "I only beat up a Rank 7 Evolved One, do you have to be that surprised?" Lucas added. A hush befell the scene! Everyone present at the scene widened their eyes. They had seen plenty of arrogant people, but it was their first time meeting someone so arrogant. "Great! I, Charles Gabriel, have been at the top of various provinces in Sky Blue Base City for countless years. Nevertheless, I’ve never bumped into someone as arrogant as you. How many lives do you have, huh?" Charles stared at Lucas.

' 'Shut up, you're nothing but a feral, perverted beast who specialises in killing people. 'I beg to differ...I kill people who deserve to be killed...a quickie would be enough to repay me for always saving your f*cking life.' 'A quickie?' 'Yes a quickie...f*ck her hard and fast...we don't have enough time.' Out of all the people in the world, Xavier never expected to get ordered around by his wolf.🤕 **** *** A/N// Took me the whole morning...damn crappy chapter!🤕

As the long white limousine turned onto the New York State Thruway, she opened a new file and began typing: First Class Male by Rachel Clark The bulky manila envelope was heavy with the weight of rejection as Postmaster Albert Burger placed it on the counter and began filling out the yellow pickup slip. The End

Yes. His Starla had always been gentle and understanding. And yet, he had let her face this all alone. His gaze hardened with determination. “Professor Zimmer,” he said, his voice firm. “I need a favor.” “No matter the cost, I’ll pay for it.” After leaving the lab, Xavier drove alone to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city. He knelt before the Xanders’ graves, placing a bouquet of fresh flowers in front of the tombstone. “Charles. Hanna.”

“More important than I? You’re threading the path of your past leaders and you know how they ended” “Not so, Master. I’m certain this might interest you. Your mate had a son for our enemy before she died. I didn’t think he was of any importance, till I heard of his early bloom. He must be special. Only Alex’s beta knows of his existence and he seeks to win him over. Some of his warriors attacked me on my way here.” Charles explained. Xavier could feel his heart pounding, wondering where he was, as none of their words sounded cheerful. He didn’t like the place. He had fantasized about his new home, but disappointment had become inevitable since he arrived at the gravy-looking area, classified

And just as they spoke the glass door pushed open with Charles coming in. “Took you so long, making your father wait.” Sir Jericho snapped. “I’m sorry father,I had to attend to an important client.” He apologized before walking to the other side of the table. At the head of the table, Xavier leaned back lazily in his chair, casually twirling a pen between his fingers. His expression looked more of amusement, a stark contrast to the fury radiating from Charles. Xavier had always had this effect on him…an unnerving, irritating confidence that made Charles feel like nothing more than a pawn in a game he didn’t want to play. Or a fool.

Inviting Xavier and Ian to take a seat, he greeted them warmly in broken Caldorian. This was the first time Frank had met Xavier. Before this, Frank had never even heard of his name. His knowledge of Xavier was solely based on Lewis's brief introduction. In Frank's imagination, Xavier would appear disheveled and downtrodden, just like any other person on the verge of bankruptcy. However, it did not turn out as Frank had expected. Dressed in an expensive tailored suit and shiny black shoes, Xavier appeared well-kept with his salt-and-pepper hair meticulously combed back. Compared to other people younger than him, he had a fuller hairline, making him look much younger than his age.

Where was the real Xavier, the one that appeared in her room? "Anyway, allow me introduce myself properly", Xavier continued and straightened to his full height. He let out a warm smile at Layla and bowed slightly. "Xavier Birmingham. A descendant of the Ancient Shades. I'm a Shadow..." "Shadow warrior",Layla whispered along with him. It wasn't an illusion. This was real. The Xavier before her was actually the one that appeared to her, but this was only his younger self. And it made her confused her all the more.

"There's a lot circulating... Where's Charles?" I shook my head. "He'll.... be back." "He's here." My eyes bulged and I rounded the desk to see the live feed of Charles, changed into a different suit, his beard back in place, and his crown. Gregory and the Enforcers helped clear a path. They kept yelling questions of him. "Why would he go through the front?" I asked, freaking out. "Because he knows," Xavier said. "There's no denying it." "What?" I asked, staring at him.