Professor Charles Xavier Novels & Stories

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

“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.

I had heard from some friends that our new English professor was a stickler about being on time and I didn't want to get on his bad side on the first day back. Busying myself taking out my notebooks and pencils I didn't really pay attention as the professor walked in, that was of course until he spoke. Eyes wide I looked up in time to find none other than Travis standing at the head of the classroom clipboard in hand. It seemed that the moon goddess had even more tricks to play on me, not only was Travis my mate, but now it seemed he was also my new English professor.

At times, I would do things that I would kill myself if I wasn't me. It's indeed a huge surprise that I had been able to cope with Xavier for two days in the car. Our ride to school had been extremely silent, not even a smirk from him as he acts like I wasnt in the same car with him. For what so ever reason I am yet to decide on, I wish Xavier would apologize. I wish he would change the fact that I saw him having sex with Eva and promise never to do it again. I wish he would apologize for touching another girl and stick only with me.

Upon looking at Xavier, he bowed and said respectfully, “Mr. Hunter, how come you stopped here? This is your place and you can come in at any time.” “I know, but your professor wants me to get an appointment,” Xavier said to the professor. “Do you know who he is? He is the chairman, founder, and biggest shareholder of this university. Apologize right away or else,” the dean blasted at the professor. Hearing the dean’s words, the professor's face was drained of blood. He is looking pale, and his face is filled with fear.

"Mr Alpha, If you have a problem with me, write it on a piece of paper, fold it and stick it up in your ass." "What are you exactly huh, tell me" I leaned forward, held her chin and looked directly into her eyes." **** "You are my successor Xavier. The next Alpha of Balck Fur pack. Get it together you fool!" I kept shivering as dead bodies were being dragged out of the hall. Father tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrows while he stared at me. "I shouldn't have listened to your mother, I should have started taking you to battlefields when you were much younger. You wouldn't be like this now."

I perch on his legs and he says nor does nothing to stop me. “If you want me that much, this much, why do you keep talking about rules?” I ask as I trace his lips with my thumb. He shivers against me. “Because I don’t want anything to happen to your education.” My cute, and sexy nerd professor with his obsession with education. “Then why did you do all of that? Did my education not matter then?” “Of course. I thought.. I thought I could hold out until you graduated.” I press our foreheads together and our lips are almost touching.