Charles Xavier First Class Novels & Stories

It was clear that they wished to be in my position—a position I was still trying to come to terms with myself. I felt a pang of guilt for having seen him as a bad man. Xavier Kings was more than just the ruthless businessman and intimidating Alpha I had initially thought him to be. As I delved deeper into his world, I realized he was driven by a vision that extended far beyond mere power and wealth. Unlike many other pack leaders, who hoarded money meant for development and squandered their resources on personal luxuries, Xavier invested in his pack and community. His commitment to progress and improvement was evident in every facet of his endeavors.

"Xavier... you... I gave you everything! I gave you my heir!" "You gave me a problem," Xavier snapped, turning to glare at the old man. "You gave me a man who can rewrite the laws of the world with a thought. I prefer a King I can control. Silas doesn't have a 'Martyrdom Complex.' He doesn't have a bond with a rogue dog. He has a price." Ignatius and Silas began to walk up the grand staircase, their boots thudding rhythmically on the marble. Silas stopped beside Xavier, looking down at Phineas with a mixture of curiosity and disgust.

I don't have a phone and right now, I have no way of communicating with Xavier. Should I open the door or not

Mr Xavier growls, annoyance visible on his face. Why does he suddenly looks angry? Is he bipolar? "Just after I finish eating." "No, you leave now." He orders. "Freak." I mutter under my breath, packing up. Heading for the door. "I heard that." He calls from behind me. "And also behaviors like this will not be tolerated ny me. Anything I find disrespectful will lead to a deduction in your monthly payment." What the chocolate? "You can't do that" I whip around to face him. "It's in the contract." He states. "So you better put a leach on that tongue of yours, more appreciated if you also learn some manners too."

Carson, Xavier's investigator, has sent Xavier a big message concerning Lucas and his allies, and he had sent Harry, his weapon maker, to bring the evidence with him to Jupiter and that carson should remain on earth, "Set the recorder" Xavier said to harry, and quickly, harry nodded, setting a laptop on the huge table, inserting a flash drive, then he clicked on the play button and a video started playing.

Makes Xavier sometimes can't guess that flat expression. "Sacrifices? If you know, I never ask for just any sacrifice—Oliver! I always ask for someone who has a good heart and is so good when they have deep hatred. Can you guarantee having a human like that?" Xavier's chuckle made Oliver pause for a moment. He had a great grudge, did that mean the figure in front of him said that he liked the smell. Oliver suddenly became alarmed when a rotten body odor wafted from the figure in front of him.

Focus on the here and now. Xavier had argued with his psychiatrist and childhood friend, Dr. Logan Pierce, suggesting he’d be better off on a private yacht where he could stay isolated. But Dr. Pierce had insisted that Xavier needed the social environment of a cruise. Xavier couldn’t understand why. To him, isolation was a luxury all its own, and he could afford the best—Ferraris, personal jets, everything money could buy.

I asked, my gaze trailing unnaturally to the long scar behind his right eye. “What kind of question is that?” He almost sneered. “Do you think I’m lying to you?” “You will not talk to her like that!” Xavier said in a low growl. “She’s not in your class.” “She was once a low class warrior,” the man snarled. I shot out a claw, leaning forward, energy flaring on my fingertips. “Would you say that again?” He looked at my claw wearily. I watched him, waiting for him to attempt it. I was ready to send another glaring scar behind his eyes.

I asked in awe. “Oh please, I’m not that jobless. But I still want to see you, both of you, suffer.” Before I could respond, Charles and Drex stormed into the room too. “Celine!” Charles called, fuming in anger. “None of you move!” Xavier yelled, and Charles stopped abruptly, looking at me. “Did he just order me?” He asked in shock, and I nodded. “He’s going to hurt Celine.” “Oh hell no, he’s not!” Charles responded, dashing to where Xavier stood, before he could do anything with his hands, Celine pushed herself backward on the chair, causing Xavier to lose balance.

He always motivated her and saw the potential in her, he had been like the father she wished to have. A week earlier before his demise, Emma had visited him in the Powers' mansion and it was there that Xavier asked for a simple request from her, "to stand by his son no matter what". Without any hesitation, she agreed for she owed , Xavier Powers everything she had accomplished in her life.