Professor X Daughter Novels & Stories

“Relax? Bro, you’re telling me to relax? My life and certificate depends on this!” “Ow, you’re loud,” he said while poking his fingers in his ears. I kissed my teeth and eyed him. He needed to start speaking before I forced it out of him. He smiled and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Start talking.” “Tch. Whatever. His name is Dr. Anthony Marison—” “I already know his name,” I said in a dry tone of voice. “Right. He is not always in school according to my sources. It says he has other jobs or so. Something way more important than being a professor. Anyway, he is like a virtual teacher but I hear he is in his office right now.”

Natasha snapped. Xavier smiled casually as he sat down in his office chair. “That child isn’t ready to die yet. She’s still young.” Natasha rolled her eyes and slapped her palms down on the table. "Didn't you want to kill them all? Why are you suddenly being so kind to their daughter?!" "In fact, I want revenge by taking it out on their daughter. Their daughter has always lived happily amidst our suffering, and in return, their daughter is being tortured." "But-"

"No, pass on that to me. You're not kidding." I left the cooler entryway open and attempted to get my plate, however she was excessively fast. "If it's not too much trouble. It's the least I can do, Mr. Potter . Gratitude for allowing us to remain here. Rocco's mother is..." "...a crazy witch with a hint of evil spirit, that is had a greater number of birthday celebrations than she merits? That's right, I know." Catherine panted, then burst into an attack of giggling.

“Your daughter’s grades.” “And the fact she’s about to be expelled,” I snapped. Professor Bennet and I have met a few times over Kesha's grades, and at this point, I pretty much just come around so I can get a glimpse of the blonde hunk of a man teaching my daughter's course. Benet was beautiful yet cold and the most arrogant asshole I have ever met. “So what?” He tilted his head, "You came to beg?” The way he said it made my breath catch. Oh, I wouldn't mind begging, falling on my knees and kissing my way up his thighs.

"If you want respect, you need to have a powerful father first. Unfortunately, that would be my father. I'm the daughter of Don Caruso, the Principessa of a mafia family. You'll never be better than I am in this life. You're nothing but a dog I can beat off!" Looking at how confident she was, I frowned slightly. Could my father really have an illegitimate daughter behind our family's back? I asked carefully, "I heard that Don Caruso's daughter is studying overseas and has only just returned. How do you explain the fact that you studied at a local public university?"

Chelsey stopped the car and looked at Xavier, asking, "Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like my dad?" "Yes, many people have said that," Xavier answered, wearing a calm smile. "Some even asked if I am Professor Jenson's son because we bear a striking resemblance." Chelsey cracked up after hearing that. "Is that so? No one has ever asked me if I'm Professor Jenson's daughter." "Maybe you look more like your mom," Xavier remarked. "Probably." After that, Xavier opened the door and stepped out of the car. "It was pleasant chatting with you today, Ms. Jenson. You should head in now. Let's meet again sometime. Goodbye."

“Shut up. She’s perfect.” “She’s both,” Xavier says from the grass, where he’s sitting cross-legged beside Taylon’s little blanket spread. He’s got one of her toys in his hand—a soft stuffed fox with oversized ears. He glances up at Tyler, smiling widely. “She’s your daughter. Of course she’s going to be terrifying.” “She’s going to eat her enemies alive,” Tyler says proudly. “She already does,” Landon mutters. And me? I just watch.

Chris’s fingers stiffened around the handkerchief, and the color drained even more from his face. “Does she know too?” Tears slid from Mrs. Xander Sr.’s clouded eyes. Chris’s jaw tightened. Time seemed to drag on forever. His voice dropped low and heavy. “She doesn’t know.” It was as if she had no tears left. Mrs. Xander Sr.’s face turned gray with grief. The child she had loved for so many years, the girl she had cared for as if she were truly part of the Xander family, was the daughter of the man who had killed her son and daughter-in-law.

‘Professor Willoughby’s daughter,’ he said, and seeing his colleague’s grim expression added, ‘I thought that might make your day. Ben tossed the paper to one side. ‘So Daddy’s little girl is trying her hand at neurosurgery, is she?’ he asked with a little curl of his lip. ‘Looks like it,’ David answered as he poured himself a coffee. ‘You’d better behave yourself, Ben. I know you don’t like the man but his only child is on the training scheme and you have a responsibility to train her just as you would any other registrar.’

Xena, not noticing Yvonne's distraction, continued, "Yes, but you can't be her because the person I know is from Jasper City and passed away years ago." As she spoke, Xena watched Yvonne's reaction closely. She expected Yvonne to show some guilt or panic upon hearing about Jasper City but to her surprise, Yvonne remained calm and simply said, "Is that so? That's quite a coincidence. My daughter is there now." "Daughter? Since when does Charles have a daughter?" Xena blurted out without thinking. The car fell silent. Yvonne turned to look at her, and even the driver glanced back.