New Professor X Novels & Stories

Unless of course, it is not necessary for them to have 8 years or more education to get a medical license here. Healer Jan has long blonde hair that is kept in a ponytail, blue eyes and wears eye glasses but I prefer Professor Xander's short light brown hair and dark brown eyes. He gives a very easy to approach aura compared to Professor Xander. Professor Xander gives a more don't approach me unless you need something important aura. He is also a little bit shorter than Professor Xander but both are lean. Actually most people I saw here are lean. Why am I comparing him to Professor Xander anyway?

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

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

My eyes traced the lines of his broad back, the way his tailored shirt stretched taut across his shoulders even in his weakened state. I couldn't believe myself! The sound of rushing water echoed in the small office, he was splashing water on his face. And a moment later, he emerged, patting his face dry with a paper towel. His dark hair was damp, a few strands clinging to his forehead, making him look younger, less like the heavily duty composed professor and more like… a man. A vulnerable, exhausted man. He leaned back against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest, the fabric of his shirt tightening across what I knew was a well-defined torso.

"Xavier! As soon as I called out to him, he knew what I meant and came right over to help the professor. At the same time, I noticed that a great deal of blood was pouring between my fingers, and I hastily put another hand over the wound. It looks like a serious injury, and at this rate, the professor's going to die. My eyes almost instantly turned red. Although the professor has done a lot of wrong, but his nature is not bad, his goal is actually only one, that is to pursue scientific breakthrough. He is a scourge of drugs, he is also a teacher I admire, is the world's most appreciate my talent.

I raised my head to look at what happened. And as my eyes fell on the tall, well dressed up, an attractive man standing in the centre of the room, I felt like my heart stopped beating for a moment. He's a damn hot and very very attractive man. Is he our new English professor? I doubt it because he is so young and charming. He's very tall, dressed in a black blazer, white t-shirt and black jeans. The sleeves of his blazer are rolled up to his elbow. He has dark black eyes and a powerful, muscular physique.

asked Professor annoyed. She looked up, it was Xavier’s friend Liam Wilson. He smirked. “Where is your best friend, the other culprit?’ asked the professor. “I am here,” said a deep voice. Her gaze fell on the being standing next to Liam. “Mr. Allen, do you think, it is time? I am so pleased finally having you in the class,” said the professor. Xavier yawns and looked around the class. “Unable to get up sooner,” he said while raising an eyebrow.

His shoulder brushed mine as he reached for one near my knee. Nearby students paused, whispering. Phones came out. The simple act of a professor helping a student shouldn’t have drawn attention, but with the way people had been gossiping lately, it did. My face burned with embarrassment. “Professor, you don’t have to….” “I’ve got it,” he said quietly, voice steady. He handed me the last page, our fingers brushing. That familiar spark shot up my arm. His jaw tightened slightly, but he kept his expression neutral. Professional. Always fighting to stay professional.

Her voice sounded weak even to her own ears. They kept walking and the crowd pushed them forward. Juliet's mind raced. That one look from across the hallway left her breathless and aching. She pressed her thighs together as she walked, trying to ignore the warmth still spreading through her. More students passed and two guys in hoodies talked loudly. One said, "Did you hear about the new Literature professor? Knight, right?" The other laughed. "Yeah, people are saying he ruined his last university over a woman. Some student things. Got too close and everything blew up."

“Let me just grab my things and say goodbye to the Professor.“ “Ok. I'll be waiting.“ It was chilly outside and, luckily for me, I had my sweater with me. “Let's go.“ “Where are we going?“ “Just down there. There's a pop-up café every week. It's near the pack square.“ I wondered if I'd see Jaxon. “So you're new to this place?“ “Yes. Isn't it obvious?“ “It is.“ He smiled sheepishly. “It's just I thought I knew everyone in the pack, and you just pop up all of a sudden. It threw me off.“ “Why? Are you in charge of the newcomers?“ I was careful not to let any vital information slip. “No. It's a small pack, you know, we all know each other.“ “I understand. I was pulling your legs.“ “Oh.“ We were