Professor X Daughter Novels & Stories

Born into a family of intellect and kindness, she had spent her childhood in the comforting embrace of her parents—her father, Professor Daniel Lenz, and her mother, Evelyn Lenz. Daniel Lenz had been a revered professor at the university, respected by students and faculty alike. He wasn’t just an educator; he was a man of principles, someone who believed in fairness, in knowledge, in giving everyone a chance, regardless of wealth or status. His daughter had grown up with the same values, believing the world to be a place where kindness triumphed, where hard work led to success.

Summer woke up to my parents hugging each other in tears. She said mockingly, "You can drop the act. Even if Sienna is alive, she won't want to be your daughter. You two were much crueller than I was. Sienna wouldn't have been so miserable if it weren't for you two." Summer no longer cared about anything. Every single sentence she said was to provoke them. In the end, my parents left the hospital in a huff. They spent the next few days handling my funeral.

Xander said, exactly what his father wanted to hear, but there was still a look of unease in his demeanor. "But of course, I didn't share my A plan father, I'm not stupid, just contributed the basics," Xander added. A look of relief slowly replaced the unease in his father's face as he rested his back a little which made Xander sigh internally. Even though he was lying, he didn't exactly meet with heirs or heiresses, or at least he was talking to a young business person, Alice Harvey. Mr. White Harvey's daughter and close friends of Araceli, Garcia's daughter. And by sharing business ideas he meant sticking his tongue far down her throat after having about five glasses of champagne.

she solemnly thanked her old professor. Professor Han just patted her shoulders and nodded at her. “The Secretary of Justice is your Grandpa's student. He asked me to look after you while you're exploring the case. Although your family is low profile, the connections run deeper than the aristocrats of the East City.” When the professor left her alone in the laboratory, she felt her legs soften so with her energy drained, she collapsed on the floor. Her parent's death is her sore spot. She can never get over it.

She was putting on a white crop off shoulder top and her black skirt was so short that it stopped after her hips and a black heels. *nice* "See you later daughter_in _law" Xavier's mom pecked my checks before walking out . *cræzy families*I muttered. "Your parent really did well in raising your lil sis" I commended. "Yea,she's nice,she just seems raw" Xavier defended. "Yea,it seems so" I added. "Apparently, it seems your dad doesn't like me so is that a turn off?" I asked "0f course not,he wants me to be with likes of my ex,Niki Shaw and types like CELEBRITY,so it just gonna take some times before be accepts you" he explained.

He looks me up and down as my father talks to him. “This is the woman I’m arranged with? ” Xavier says. I can see the fear in my father as he speaks to Xavier. That’s amusing. “Yes, Sir,” Father says. He rambles on as Xavier analyzes me from head to toe. “What’s her name? ” he asks, cutting my dad off. “Oh yes, my daughter, Dio, Dionne—“ “Coleman,” he finishes. As he looks me up and down, his eyes meet mine, and suddenly, he grabs me.

" Xena suddenly exclaimed, her eyes brightening. "What is it?" Ashton asked. Xena glanced at Ashton before continuing, "Did you know that Xavion has only one daughter named Lucia Mott? "In accordance with the latest intelligence I've gathered, Xavion is currently looking for a husband for Lucia. He would undoubtedly be completely loyal to you if you could become his son-in-law. It would also give him the perfect pretext to move against the Heavenly Medical Pavilion."

Confusion warred with the torment etched on his features. "You can fool me, Xavier; this is a life we're talking about." The accusation hung between them, a noose tightening with every syllable. "She was born, and you made a decision to bury her right away—no family help, no one to comfort you. You didn't even call me for help, and you expect me to believe she is gone?" "Father, my daughter is gone, and I don't wish to talk about it." Xavier's voice broke—a rare crack in the cold armor he wore so well. He turned to leave, but the old man's grip was iron on his arm, unyielding and firm.

This time Thakurain quipped in between due to being so much excited. (Translation: My son has a business in abroad and this is his friend, he has come with him from there.) "Arre behen ji ye to bohot hi acchi baat hai. Hamari beti bhi P.H.D kar rahi Jaipur ki bohot badi university se." This time the daughter in law of the guest family said introducing her daughter. (Translation: Mrs. Thakur, this is a very good thing. Our daughter is also doing her PhD from a very big university in Jaipur.)

Getting bold now, are you? Our homeroom teacher hurried in after hearing the commotion and quickly stepped between us. "Mr. Lawson, please calm down. This is a school. We can talk this through. "Mia is a good kid. Her grades have always been strong..." Dad gave a mocking laugh and cut her off. "Ms. Harris, I'm here to withdraw her from this program. "A child whose mind isn't on studying will only waste money by being here." Ms. Harris's eyes filled with regret and confusion.