Charles Xavier First Class Novels & Stories

“Xavier doesn’t know about this, does he?” I hesitate, the question hanging between us like a blade. “I don’t know, but I think he might. I mean, I know he is hiding something, and this was in his office.” Charlie steps closer, his gaze steady. “You need to be careful, Skyla. Xavier... he’s not the same person he was six years ago. And if his father is involved in this, you can’t trust anyone in that family. Not even me.” His words hit me like a slap across the face, but I couldn’t exactly deny the truth in them. I had no idea who Xavier was anymore. He had let vengeance cloud his head. I don’t know if he ever did know him.

I am seriously so much provoked with him right now and I am not going to accept with any small things coming from him. “If so then, I have to carry you and walk out of the class. The whole class will love the way I carry you romantically in front of the whole class. After all, they love to watch the show and what could be the better show other than this?” he blinks his left eye and stands up suddenly. One thing I know about Xavier is that he just doesn’t only talk. He does most of the things that he actually says and even thinking about the scene he just explained makes me get goosebumps. I don’t want him to do all those things that he told me just some seconds ago.

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."

Xavier took a deep breath before replying, “You’re not a slave; you’re special. And the truth is, you have abilities beyond your wildest imagination.” “Tell me... tell me. What my abilities are?” I demanded, my hands clenched into fists. Xavier hesitated before answering, “I will tell you everything but in one condition.” Xavier paused, his expression serious. “Just me, Xavier, you the one who started this conservation, and now you are going to make conditions?” I retorted, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity. Xavier held my gaze, his eyes filled with determination. “I need to because what I have to share with you is not something to be taken lightly. The truth will change everything