Professor X Name Novels & Stories

Xander called out, his voice perfectly steady, as if he hadn't just been hammering into a student five seconds ago. I heard the click of the door opening and the heavy footsteps of another man entering the room. "Sorry to barge in, Professor Xander. I know you're busy," Marcus said, his voice booming. "Not at all. Please, come in, have a seat," Xander replied.

"Not every guy!" A man walked into the lecture hall, his poise spoke of grace and charisma. "Good morning class. I'm Drake Harris. Your new Economics professor," he introduced himself in his deep baritone voice. Her eyes widened as the voice sounded familiar. Riri lifted her head to stare at the new professor and he was the same guy from last week. The guy in her dreams!

Mara opened her mouth to reply, but the door opened and everyone quieted down. The professor walked in, but his back was facing, so I didn't see his face at first. He had lean broad shoulders that filled out the white button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. He had dark hair and a strong posture. A few girls whispered and giggled. Mara leaned over. “Damn, the new prof is fine.” I laughed under my breath. “You’re ridiculous.” Then he turned to face the class and my laugh died in my throat. Grey-blue eyes. The same angelic jaw. The same mouth that had been on me last night.

“Then this goes viral. Not just to the dean, every alumni group, every news outlet. ‘Star Student Turned Stripper Fucks Professor for Grades.’ You think you’ll graduate? Do you think anyone will hire you?” I stared at the drive. Then at him. The door burst open behind me. Jax. He looked furious hair disheveled, knuckles already bruised like he’d hit something on the way here. “Nyx—get out.” Marcus stood. “Rivera, this doesn’t concern—”

I flinched as I heard my name, and I turned to the Headmaster. “Miss Sawyer,” Professor Jaxon said. He was the one who had called me the first time. Why was he suddenly sounding formal with me? Was it because of Headmaster Augustus? Maybe not. Nothing was going on between them, so there was no reason for him to be secretive. Perhaps he was trying to demonstrate the professor-student interaction, and maybe… “Are you with us in this room?” Professor Jaxon asked with a frown on his handsome face. How could his brows be creased, and he still looked perfect?

The exact feeling is reflected on Roman’s face as his features slacken and his eyes widen, his voice saturated with utter bewilderment as he mouths, “You?” “Yes. Me.” The bastard answers Mother… fucker. "Who are you?" Roman asks. "Well, Roman both of you know me as, The Professor. But L- X here, knows me as something different. Am I wrong, Leonardo?." I scowl and he chuckles. My mind races, circulating through each encounter with him and trying to figure out how the fuck I missed this—missed him always being a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He played his part pretty fucking well.

"Good morning, everyone." Murmurs rose excited and a few clapped light. Isabella and Caleb kept eyes down focused on notes but tension hung thick. I continued steadily. "For those who don't know or maybe must have forgotten, I'm Sebastian Wolfe, your history professor. I'm back after some time away."

Edmund's POV The professor who cited my paper was named Dr. Marchetti and she taught geotechnical engineering at a university in the north. I found out because Mum showed me an alert that Rosa's monitoring system had flagged. An academic paper published the previous month had cited my second paper in its literature review section.

No names. Just a stranger who helped me forget for one night. On Monday morning, I’m five minutes late to Renaissance Art, the elective I’m only taking because David said it would “round out my CV.” I quietly sit in the back row, avoiding everyone’s eyes. My whole body feels tired, and my heart feels empty. The professor is writing on the board with strong, sure strokes, his back turned. “Professor Mateo Sandoval” a student called. He turns around, about to answer the student and our eyes meet.

the professor said, before Christopher leaned next to me and whispered into my right ear. "He's Professor Martin Paulson, the medicine and laboratory professor. Also, you shouldn't worry about Rita. I don't have it in mind to accept her soon. After she rejected me for your boyfriend," Chris said, and I chuckled, seeing Rita glaring at me. "Who are those gossiping?" Professor Martin asked, before his gaze fell on me. "Summer, ensure you pay attention and don't fail. We have a test coming up in two weeks. So be focused," he said, and I nodded.