Novel & Cerita Professor X James Mcavoy

frustration thickened his voice. Marcus frowned harder in confusion, “What the hell do you mean?” Cedric leaned back against the couch, “Dude, I almost got exposed! Killian Salvatore is the king?!” he spat “He’s a professor at the National University! Same department as me! If he caught even a glimpse of me at that party, I’m dead. I’m sure he was undercover!” Marcus smirked a chuckle, crossing his arms. “So you were right under the king’s nose the whole time, and crying for a connection to take his place?” He laughed loud enough to make Cedric glare at him.

“Well then, I’ll skip the formalities. Felix, this is James Moore—Professor Craven’s most prized student and a rising star in the medical field.” Felix’s expression shifted to one of interest. There was a hint of respect in his eyes as he extended his hand. “Mr. Moore, nice to meet you. I’m Felix Gibson.” “Likewise.” James gave him a measured glance as their hands briefly clasped and released. Then he turned to Miranda. “It was lovely seeing you again.” With a courteous nod, James excused himself. Felix watched him walk away, his gaze lingering for a moment before settling on Miranda again. She started toward the bar for another juice, but just as she stepped away, Felix gripped her arm tigh

I hear charcoal scratching the paper, he’s already drawing. I take my underwear down, step out of them, and I’m completely naked in my professor’s studio. “Sit on the stool in the stage.” I climb the two steps, the wooden stool pressing under me. The spotlight is bright, exposing. I cross my arms over my breasts, dying of shame. “Drop your arms.” “Mateo…” “Professor Sandoval.” His tone is sharp. “In this studio, you call me Professor. And you follow instructions. Arms down.”

"I want to see you in my office tomorrow. We need to discuss your project." "Of course. I'll be there." Professor James nodded once, then disappeared into her office. I stood there after she left, pulse still elevated from the encounter. Tomorrow. Whatever project she had in mind, at least she thought I was worth the personal meeting. That had to count for something. Maya found me still standing there. "You look shell-shocked. What happened?" "Just had my first real conversation with Professor James. She's intense." "That's putting it mildly." Maya grinned. "Come on, I'll show you where the good coffee is. You're going to need it."

I asked as soon as I reached them and placed my bag down. “We just want to take a clear look at the new professor, I heard that he is young, probably the same age as Mr. Lee, and a foreign” Ciara replied. “And where did you hear that?” I raised a brow at her before shifting my eyes to the silent James. He looks back at me with his arms up. “I only overheard from the other students he holds. Apparently, he has other classes with other majors, so I had a brief intro of him” he spouted, and I nodded slowly.

The thrill was intoxicating. It wasn't just about the heat of him in my mouth; it was the sheer, illicit power of the situation. Here was Professor Xander, the man who prided himself on his iron-clad composure, the man who had spent the last hour reminding me who was in charge, now reduced to a shaking mess because of a few flicks of my tongue. And Marcus... composed, senior faculty Marcus... was sitting right there, completely oblivious that his colleague was currently being dismantled by a twenty-year-old in a wrinkled dress. I decided to turn up the heat.

Although he didn't have much strength, he stopped James successfully. "There's no need... Jimmy." "But you..." Xavier shook his head gently, "I'm fine... I'm just... Ugh!" James's eyes widened, "Are you fine? If you don't want to die, let me call the doctor!" Xavier waited until he recovered from the pain he felt after retching. Then, he suppressed the unbearable nausea in heart and said weakly, "I'm really all right... I just touched something dirty..." James exhaled, "What is it? Trash?"

she mean, new professor their talking about. "He is the son of the owner of this university. And he said that he wanted to teach for a long time, that's Mrs. and Mr. Donovan let him to studied their business first because one day he will be the manager of Donovan Inc. The Donovan Shipping line went to his two older brothers," Tiffany explain it to her. It turns out that this new professor they are referring to is rich. "Why are you telling me?" She innocently asked when she recovered. ‘Should she recognize every professor here at this university?’. Not sure.

Dalton Avery. He stood at the front of the room, dark hair falling just enough to shadow a brow, eyes sharp and calculating. His posture was impeccable, shoulders squared, every movement deliberate. I felt a small spark of something, challenge, maybe fascination, ignite in my chest. I slid into a seat near the back, keeping my posture casual, pretending to take notes, though my gaze kept flicking to him. “Everyone is to call me ‘Professor Dalton.’ Dr. Avery is my father.” He stated

A hint of amusement laced his voice. "She was talking about some thesis, but I guess it was an excuse," Professor McClone teased. Sebastian's mind racing, he smiled. "Don't think too much, John. We were working on the Ashwood Heritage research. She wasn't lying," Sebastian clarified. Professor McClonechuckled. "I didn't ask for an explanation, Seb. Just meet her when you come back," Professor McClone said. With a final smile, Professor McClone hung up the call.