Professor Charles Xavier Novels & Stories

“Alan and which professor are your mates?” “The professor from school, dad. Zachary. I found out long time ago that they were both my mates and I have tried all I can to stay away from them but….” “You told me you haven met your mates and yet, you have not just one but two?” He snapped, standing from the bed with the help of his walking stick. “Aside from having an immoral relationship with your stepbrother, you are also doing same with your Professor? Coupled with lying to me?”

I was shocked to hear this news. Max and Professor Xander had an affair in her office? I stared at Max, wide-eyed and unable to comprehend such a scandalous revelation. Professor Xander was Max's PhD advisor and a respected professor in the finance department at Johnsonville University. She was a widow, over twenty years older than Max.

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.

“Any conversation we're going to be having is going to be in the four corners of my wall and after that, I'd love and appreciate it if you forgot my name, home address and social security number— if you have that, of course.” “Cute,” he laughs and then winces when I open the drink can with a pop. I raise a brow at him, urging him to continue and then take a sip of my drink as I wait patiently. “ Contrary to what you may think, I'm not here to hurt you or whatever it is you're thinking —” “No shit.” “I'm here to offer you a deal. One I know you wouldn't be able to refuse.” “Sure, Professor Xavier.” This is getting fun and it's the most fun I've had in a few days.

' he thought, now he see why his brother was distracted after seeing her. Finally snapping out of his daze, he went round the table to behind his desk, picking up a piece of paper, he skimmed through it. After a minute, he looked back at the Students and began talking. His loud, cold voice immediately gaining their attention. "My name is Victor King, I will be your professor for this year." he paused for few seconds before continuing. "You may only call me Mr King, or Professor. I will not tolerate any shenanigans in my hall and make sure to pay attention when I am teaching, I will not be repeating myself."

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?"

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.”

“Unbelievable.” Charles tossed the black folder across his table, where it skidded across to the edge. Michelle, sitting on the edge of the couch with her legs elegantly crossed, raised an eyebrow but said nothing at first. She had dropped by to check in on him during office hours just to be met by his outburst. “I mean, of all people,” Charles continued, pacing now, his voice rising with every word, “he brings Xavier back? My screw-up of a Step-brother? And puts Alara in charge of training him? Are we all being pranked by some divine comedy writer or what?”

That's disgusting. Professor Lucien Drake is obviously good-looking—standing at six feet, with flawless skin and perfect teeth. He’s probably a sight for the female teachers’ sore eyes. Actually, female students like him too, but whenever they approach him, he doesn’t entertain them—which brought about the name Grumpy Pants. "As I said, I could report you to the school disciplinary committee, but..." I don’t wait for him to finish. My heart somersaults in panic, pounding so loud it feels like it might burst through my chest. Cold tile presses against my knees as I fall, begging him like my life depends on it.

Xavier snorted, quiet, but unmistakably amused despite himself. Lorenzo turned his head, and his eyes, usually sharp, calculating, cold, softened. Just slightly. “I didn’t expect to open my eyes again,” he murmured. “So I suppose I should thank the two of you. Even if it kills me to do so.” “You protected my wife,” Xavier said, stepping forward, voice firm. “You almost died doing it. That deserves more than thanks, it deserves respect. And as much as our rivalry goes way back, that was a line that you managed to break through.”