Professor X Name Novels & Stories

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

She just nodded, raising her eyebrows at me as she glanced between Xavier and me one more time. "Alright, class, listen up." A man called over the crowd of students as he entered through one of the back doors of the gym. It was almost comical as he came up beside Xavier. The two of them couldn't be more different. Where Xavier was tall, lean, and lethal, the other man was all bulky muscle on a short, stocky frame. "You may call me Professor Brawn." "Well, that definitely suits him," Lexi whispered to me under her breath, causing me to have to cover my grin with my hand as I listened to the professor.

' he thought, now he see why his brother was distracted after seeing her. Finally snapping out of his daze, he went round the table to behind his desk, picking up a piece of paper, he skimmed through it. After a minute, he looked back at the Students and began talking. His loud, cold voice immediately gaining their attention. "My name is Victor King, I will be your professor for this year." he paused for few seconds before continuing. "You may only call me Mr King, or Professor. I will not tolerate any shenanigans in my hall and make sure to pay attention when I am teaching, I will not be repeating myself."

asked Professor annoyed. She looked up, it was Xavier’s friend Liam Wilson. He smirked. “Where is your best friend, the other culprit?’ asked the professor. “I am here,” said a deep voice. Her gaze fell on the being standing next to Liam. “Mr. Allen, do you think, it is time? I am so pleased finally having you in the class,” said the professor. Xavier yawns and looked around the class. “Unable to get up sooner,” he said while raising an eyebrow.

Charles said. “You are a good storyteller, but you haven’t told us the name of your friend,” Xavier said, and gazed at Charles’ face. “Oh; pardon me. His name is Macpherson,” Charles said. “Professor MacPherson?” Xavier said. “Yeah. Have you heard his name before?” Charles said. “Of course, yes! I think you’ve told us a true story; Lucas, am I right?” Xavier said and glimpsed at Lucas’ face. “Yes, you are,” Lucas said.

I couldn't afford for anyone else to find out about my failure, not until I verified directly from Professor Lorcan. Professor Lorcan Steele, the youngest male professor in the university, also called Professor Untouchable because of his infamous acts in the university, the same professor I have been trying to ace to get back at my cheating ex, Xavier Woods. The plan was to make Professor Untouchable want me, and Xavier could watch his idolized professor fall for the ex he tossed aside—that would burn more. Xavier had spent the night with another girl on our first anniversary while I waited for him like an idiot, prepared a candle lit dinner and even dressed up. He had humiliated me publicly

he asked me to introduce myself to the class and him out of nowhere and like a good student I did. I saw a spark in his eyes when I told my name and a beautiful smile on his face. oooh I think I am going mad. I should stop imagining things and be more focused on my studies. Principal walls told us that Mr Harrison walls will be our guest prof for the subject entrepreneurship and finance analysis. and we are all set and excited.

Irene commented offering me a bottle of water, I took a big gulp and gave it back with a thanks. "Not possible, Laurent is an early riser." I said with a smirk. She chuckled, "Benifits." "I know right, who is our professor again?" I asked taking out a spare notebook from my bag. She already had her stuff out and arranged neatly on her desk. "Didn't you get -" "I didn't bother remembering the names, come on tell me." "Some, Mrs. Runa." I didn't know why I even asked and I don't know what to do with that information bit I nodded.

She pointed a manicured finger at a line of code on her screen. Professor Kai’s eyes didn’t leave me. “What’s the name?” he asked, the question directed at her but his gaze a physical weight on me. “Sarah Martins,” she said, blissfully unaware of the tension she was standing in. “Sarah.” He said her name like it was a clinical diagnosis. “There’s a paper folder on the lectern. The black one. Bring it to me so I can illustrate the solution more clearly.” His voice was dry, detached, yet his attention never wavered from my face.