Professor X James Mcavoy Novels & Stories

His deep voice reverberated and they sounded sincere enough. But something hold Maya that this man was not sorry at all. "My name is Doctor Alexander Grey but you can call me Professor Grey." He pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose, looking at each student in turn. "We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things."

What I saw made my whole body freeze. It wasn’t a woman. Professor Kai was with another man, a tall, lean figure with dark hair—pinned against the desk. Professor Kai’s hands gripped the man’s hips, pulling him closer with each thrust. The other man’s face was turned away, but his gasps were unmistakable, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turned white. My breath hitched. Professor Kai is Gay!?

The sprawling campus seemed overwhelming, its tall, stately buildings buzzing with students hurrying off to their classes. It was a new beginning, yet her mind was preoccupied with one thing. Noah. He wasn’t just Noah here. He was Professor Alabaster. She couldn’t let anyone know about the secret they shared, the dangerous line they walked. She swallowed hard, gripping the strap of her bag, willing herself to focus on something other than the magnetic pull of her forbidden relationship. She was a college student now, and today, she would meet new people, sit through her first lectures, and blend in as if her life wasn’t a tangled web of desire and deception.

"Xavier! As soon as I called out to him, he knew what I meant and came right over to help the professor. At the same time, I noticed that a great deal of blood was pouring between my fingers, and I hastily put another hand over the wound. It looks like a serious injury, and at this rate, the professor's going to die. My eyes almost instantly turned red. Although the professor has done a lot of wrong, but his nature is not bad, his goal is actually only one, that is to pursue scientific breakthrough. He is a scourge of drugs, he is also a teacher I admire, is the world's most appreciate my talent.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

Everyone stilled, including the drunk duo. And then my professor coughs a loud and fake cough. “My student. Hasn’t she told you? She’s my student and i brought her out here, therefore her welfare is my priority.” Leo is still stunned by what my professor let slip earlier so when he steers me to the car, Leo says nothing. Until I am sitted in the car, he comes up to the car, I stare at both of them through a drunken, hazy view.

I chipped away at the golden image everyone saw. But now..now she was slipping through my grasp again. She had the janitor looking at her like she was worth protecting. Like she was the only one worth saving. And worse…the professor. That man. Professor Black. I noticed it. The way his gaze darkened when she entered a room. The way his voice dropped when he spoke her name. That wasn’t a teacher’s look. It wasn’t discipline. It was something primal, something dangerous. Something I wanted for myself.

I raised my head to look at what happened. And as my eyes fell on the tall, well dressed up, an attractive man standing in the centre of the room, I felt like my heart stopped beating for a moment. He's a damn hot and very very attractive man. Is he our new English professor? I doubt it because he is so young and charming. He's very tall, dressed in a black blazer, white t-shirt and black jeans. The sleeves of his blazer are rolled up to his elbow. He has dark black eyes and a powerful, muscular physique.

She asked, staring directly at me. "No," I replied but before I could elucidate more, professor Frank cuts in. "She works here, you might have heard about her- Doctor Maeve Ford." "Oh, so you're Doctor Ford, I've heard a lot about you." She voiced, giving me a light smile."I'm Professor Elena James," Professor Elena James, I felt like I had heard that name before, but her face wasn't familiar. "Hi" Pheobe suddenly cuts in, " I'm Pheobe Willams, I've heard so much about you,"

"Sorry if I'm interrupting, I just need a few minutes." "What for?" the professor, Mack, asked, peering over his black round glasses. "To perform another one of your stunts, Mr. Mikaelson?" "No," he replied. "It's just for something, something small that won't take much time." "Fine," Mack said, unconvinced. He knew exactly what kind of guy the dark-haired student was, so he had his reasons for being skeptical. Nonetheless, he sighed, stopped writing, and all eyes turned to the dark-haired student. "Go ahead, young Mikaelson..."