Professor Charles Xavier 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?

He is confident that his theory is the right one. "Listen," Zeke glanced at him but Oliver was still eyeing the Professor that was busy talking. He didn't have any writings on the board nor a slide show that could give the two a hint on his discussion. His voice was so soft that it became inaudible for the two. "Just by looking at his outfit and way of talking you can already picture out who his favourite hero is." He said in a serious tone. "Who?" "Professor X." Zeke grunt in confusion. "How come?" Still didn't get how Oliver guessed the old man's favourite hero just by his mere look.

"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 guess I'm not the only one who misses you. I quickly came to see you girls because I miss you so much. I got you guy's pizza, over there." They disentangle the hug, and scurried towards the pizza in excitement. "Mr Xavier, I must admit you're lucky, I never knew you get along with them." "Why? Are they not open to people?" "The one person they get along with, is their teacher, Mr James, a computer-literate from their school." "I must be lucky, I'm honored." Xavier responded, with a small smile on his face. "That's good, I can tell they like you a lot."

He got up and walks with Professor Charles out of the class. “Professor, there is no way I am going to do it,” he said. “Listen, I already know that a Statistic professor has asked you to teach Amanda,” said Professor Charles. Xavier had opened his mouth to say when the professor abrupt him. “No buts….she is new in the town and she needs help in the subject…you are a brilliant student so that’s how I am asking you,” he said. Xavier felt as if he is going to explode due to anger.

Charles asked softly, his voice tinged with disdain. Noelle was not at all surprised that Charles knew that. After all, given how smart he was, it would not be difficult for him to arrive at those answers. “Yes, that’s what he said. But I just don’t understand why he thinks I would forgive him after he lied to me and betrayed me. I’m not stupid!” Charles scoffed. “That’s true, you’re not stupid. He’s the one who’s an idiot.” It was not difficult to discern the disdain Charles held toward Xavier. He truly had no respect for him.

he added, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he turned and walked away. Each step was an effort, his wolf howling in frustration as he distanced himself from his mate. But he knew he couldn’t stay—not yet. She was human, or at least appeared to be, and that complication alone was enough to make his head spin. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to leave the festival entirely. Instead, he lingered in the shadows, his sharp senses trained on her as she resumed her conversation. “I’m glad you came, Elena,” the man - her professor - was saying, his tone warm and familiar. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the next set of classes. You’re making incredible progress with your research

Xavier said to Charles, and immediately he burst into a round of laughter. "You are so unpredictable; I mean, who does all these things you are doing? Who finds pleasure in humiliating himself in such a manner?" Charles asked Xavier. "Xavier Quim," Xavier said to him in reply. "Yeah, you are right; I don't think anyone else can do what you are doing aside from you yourself. By the way, Xavier, let's be frank with each other: why are you doing all this? We both know that you haven't run out of cash to the extent that you will start working as a personal assistant, and even if you had actually run out of cash, why must it be for Sarah that you want to work for while there are many other huge a

DALA The lecture was torture. And not the ‘Ugh, I hate this subject’ kind. No, no. This was the ‘Why am I here? Who did I offend in my past life?’ type of suffering. Professor Xavier—because apparently, that was his actual title—stood at the front of the room, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here, which was ironic considering I was thinking the same thing. He went on and on, his deep voice droning over topics I wasn’t even sure existed before today. If I wasn’t trying so hard not to attract attention, I would’ve laid my head on my desk and accepted my fate.

RAVENNA’S POV. I could see the shift in him more clearly now. Most people probably wouldn’t have noticed it. Professor Green still walked through the halls with the same controlled composure he always carried, his expression calm, his posture steady, his voice measured whenever he spoke in class, but once I started paying attention, the cracks became impossible to ignore.