Charles Xavier First Class Novels & Stories

" I shook him off hard. Victor fell and hit his forehead against the corner of the table. I looked at him with icy eyes. "Victor, why do you think that billion-dollar project ever landed in the hands of your nearly bankrupt company?" Victor froze and forgot to cry. "What do you mean?" I laughed coldly. "The organizer's boss was my university mentor. "I spent an entire year helping them repair their underlying vulnerabilities for free. That's how I secured the internal qualification for this project. "It was supposed to be my third-anniversary gift to you." Victor's eyes bulged. His breathing grew rapid.

There have been a lot of firsts these days. The first time I hung out with Xavier was after work. First time I’m in his car, driving me to his parents’ house. The first time he drove to my neighborhood because he insisted on picking me up, scratch that, he demanded to pick me up. It wasn’t much of a request. He demanded my address and about 45 minutes later, he texted that he was outside my apartment. For a split second, Xavier dropped the version of himself he shows the world. The moment he realized he was touching my hands tenderly, he pulled away, his face hardening as the familiar unreadable mask settled back into place.

We had created a sanctuary.He asked me to come with him on Sunday dinner. His father specifically asked for it as well.The invitation felt like a final rite of passage. Sunday arrived, and for the first time in a week, David stepped back into his tailored armor—a charcoal suit that screamed power. But as he stood in my living room, he reached out and adjusted my collar, his eyes soft. He wasn't the distant CEO anymore; he was my partner, and we were heading into the lion's den together.Driving to Xavier’s estate felt different than the "billionaire" world I was used to. This wasn't a glass penthouse; it was a sprawling, ivy-covered manor that smelled of old wood, expensive scotch, and histo

Stress from his only son causing trouble that gave him a headache! Troubles that could tarnish the Xavier family’s reputation! "Quickly block all information related to Axel. I don't want the Xavier family's reputation tarnished because of that rotten child’s behavior!" ordered Charles. "Alright, Sir. I’ve instructed some of your men to block all access, both online and offline media. I’m sure nobody will know that the young master is a member of the Xavier family. Especially since you haven’t introduced the young master to the public yet," replied Benny, making Charles sigh in relief.

“Wow. Your excuse for leaving me must be something else.” “Charles, that’s not it. I . . . just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to . . . to . . .” “To what?” The driver opened her door. She didn’t hesitate to get out. “Make sure she doesn’t go into a full sprint down the street, Xavier,” Charles said loudly. “It was hell catching her the first time.” Xavier was six feet tall. He had very pale skin, almost albino. He was in his forties. He was wearing a black chauffer’s hat and suit like her father wore.

Upon seeing this, the celebrities were stunned. Warren Xavier, the patriarch of the Xaviers, the leader of The Great Four in Cansington, was kneeling on the ground. James held a wire in his hand. It was an odd sort of wire with several joints. Upon closer inspection, one could tell that it was made out of countless needles. “Warren Xavier, do you care to admit your sins?” Just then, Warren realized that he was kneeling, though he did not know why. Sweat slid down his spine.

His eyes grew huge and she nodded beaming, "Yes." "Fucking Christ. You are the Antichrist! How could you look a man like Xavier in the eyes and preposition him!" He shook his head utterly shocked by the Revelation, "Didn't you feel the goosebumps of his cold stares. The first day I met him, I'd gulped so hard and I'd been so thankful that I didn't piss myself. He was that intimidating!" She laughed remembering her first impression of Xavier and how a sane girl would have known that he needed to be avoided completely.

Xavier’s first day of school turned out to be like a typical werewolf’s first – terrible. Dressed in an oversized grey T-shirt and black leather pants, he looked pretty cool. His sand colored hair had been cut neat the previous day bringing out his handsome facial features and Aria was not at all surprised when boys glared angrily and girls tripped over their laces, staring at him. Xavier was thirteen, handsome and he was a werewolf.

Everything I'd endured, all the lives I'd lived and lost, all came down to what happened in the next hour. "Then I'd better not fail," I said. The Keeper nodded. "There's one more thing you should know. Something none of your previous lives learned. Xavier has died before, too." I stared at her. "What?" "In his first life, he was stillborn. The bloodlines were too strong, too volatile. His tiny body couldn't contain the power trying to manifest. He died in his mother's arms, never taking a single breath. But Clara couldn't accept it. She made a deal, with me, actually. She offered herself, offered to become whatever I needed, if I would just bring her son back. So I did. I reached across the

Ray rants, "I've always been considered the slightly Frankensian version of Xavier. At the bachelor auction, I was always second to Xavier. Even talent-wise, I lack talent, just shy of him. Our looks are identical except for my ugly scar and messy hair. "Are you twins?" I ask softly, looking into the angry eyes I know so well. They remind me of just a few hours ago, when Xavier first looked at me with a mixture of fury, pain, and desperation. "Yes," he smiled briefly, "Xavier was the oldest by three minutes."