Professor X Daughter Novels & Stories

my mother uttered as she raced around the hospital room to get my bag. "She's not going anywhere," Xavier's voice cut through the doorway and my heart sank. The pressure I felt earlier was belittled. The room was no longer hot because the tension from the room dropped. My father turned to Xavier after saying or doing nothing after he got in, "You don't have a say in this, Mr. Barnes," her father says coldly. Xavier's smile was dangerous and his expression was cold. "Actually, I do. I'm her professor. She has exams in two weeks." He stood by his decision leaving everyone in the room speechless.

The child smiled up at him with bright eyes. The man froze, and Myra felt her heart squeeze. How would the little girl react when she disappeared suddenly after three months without any notice? How would she handle growing up without her father? At that moment she felt a sudden deep fury at the Professor. Why could he not just be good because of his daughter? He could get any woman his age. Why did it have to be his students when he knew it was unethical? She looked away as he hugged his daughter close, “I am so happy to hear that, darling.”

Dad just stared at her silently. Later, the paramedics and nurses came in. They examined me and shook their heads, saying, "I'm sorry for your loss. Your daughter has been deceased for several days, and it looks like a case of poisoning." Mom shrieked, "Poisoning? That's impossible! Where would she get poison?" Her eyes swept across the nightstand and landed on the empty bottle of 'candies', and she froze. It was the rat poison she had hidden three years ago and forgotten to throw away–the one I had found.

Entrusting your daughter to another man was no simple matter for him. "Most likely," Xavier replied, his tone firm but laced with an underlying worry. As a father, he couldn't help but feel a protective instinct, especially given the unpredictable nature of the world. He would go to great lengths to safeguard his daughters, even if it meant being viewed as the villain in their eyes. In a society where women often found themselves vulnerable, Xavier was resolute in his determination to shield his daughters from any potential harm, even if it meant assuming the role of the stern protector.

POV Xander Saint As I watched Sofia and Hunter I knew she was in good hands. My youngest daughter was engaged and now i would have two Masterson men as my son-in-laws. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about the day they had met. It seemed like just yesterday she was a little girl playing with her dolls and now she was all grown up, about to start a new chapter in her life. I knew she would make an amazing wife and mother someday.

“But, that means Harriet is really dating the first grandson. Right?” “Yeah. So you need to stop dreaming anymore,” Mandy added fuel to Mario’s aching and burning heart. “Hmp,” Mario sobbed with a pout. “However, Harriet is the daughter of Astell Wyatt. I heard Astell has only one daughter. So who is that woman?” Jaymee asked. “We don’t know yet. And the fact that Director Zion is holding that woman, it is weird,” Haidee added.

Then, addressing the crowd, he said, "Everyone, this is Rose. Although her last name is Shaffer, she is my biological daughter." The words "biological daughter" echoed in the air, leaving everyone in stunned silence. They had assumed Rose was Clover's adopted sister, so it made no sense that she was now revealed as the daughter of Elijah Xanth, one of the most influential figures in the Xanth family. Confusion spread through the crowd. Even Rose herself stood bewildered. "Mr. Xanth, I'm not…" Rose began, but Elijah gently interrupted her. "You are." Rose was indeed his daughter, and he declared it with unwavering conviction. Even though there wasn't any definitive proof yet, he was confident

I could see his biceps contracting and releasing. “Xavier, you need to calm down!” Falcon’s voice. “Give me one reason,” Xavier snarled. “One fucking reason why I shouldn’t tear you to pieces right now.” My father’s face was turning red. But he didn’t struggle. Falcon was still talking, trying to deescalate the situation. Xavier barely spared her a glance. “He treated her like an animal!” Xavier’s grip tightened. “Like she was some kind of lab rat for your stupid experiments! She is your fucking daughter! Why would you do that to her?”

‘The kind who thinks he owns you,’ I thought but didn’t say. “I don’t know,” I said instead, grabbing my shoes. “I’ll go talk to him.” “Like hell you will.” Dad’s voice sharpened. “If some teacher is stalking my daughter—” “He’s not stalking me,” I said quickly. “It’s… a bit complicated.” “Complicated how?” I couldn’t exactly explain that my professor had been commanding me and fucking my brains out, now can I? “Just… let me handle this, okay?” Dad studied my face for a long moment, and I could see him cataloging every tell—the flush in my cheeks, the way I couldn’t quite meet his eyes, the tremor in my hands.

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."