Professor X Name Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Yeah, his full name is Clevincent Madriano Suitarez. Handsome and rich, but he eats at places like this even though he has a lot of money. By the way, he’s also a professor—he owns Zector State University." "That's a long name," I remarked, glancing at the guy. A professor, huh? What if he becomes my teacher? Manifesting, Lord, maybe. "Wait, how do you know his full name?" I asked, giving Grace a suspicious look. She chuckled softly. "Come on, he’s famous, and so is his twin. You really don't know what's happening in the world," Grace said, laughing, which made me bow my head in embarrassment, but my curiosity didn't end there.

A perk for being a good teacher, I guess. Outside the mafia world, I am Professor Quinn. I use my middle name and there are bickering that I am Matteo Scarpelli, or a doppelganger. No one has ever dared ask me openly because they fear I might cut them into pieces and through their dismembered parts away where they will never be found. Well, my only requirement to the school before accepting this job is that my professional life be kept aside from my several businesses. Stanbury accepted my terms and that's how I became a History Professor in their establishment, this year being my fifth year with them.

They can resticate you if you cross your limits like soha and her sister did in the morning. Soha and Veebha pov:what the hell..why he is insulting us..Leave it..The owners of this college are too rich to handle.. I once saw Xavier and cabir they are hot.. I am going to make one of them mine..And smirked little did they know they are too dangerous.. Principal asked them to come in.. Principal:This is Xavier Ryan your Accounts professor and this is Cabir Dhawan your Economics professor..

Eliana POV "Good morning all, Professor Harris is running a bit late due to a personal emergency, so he asked me to fill in for this introduction lecture," he looked so calm and collected as he stood addressing us all, as if he'd done this a thousand times. "Welcome to Economics and Management 302, where you will learn about… well, economics and management." He paused as there was some chuckling at his awful attempt at a joke. "My name is Nathan Campbell, and I'm Professor Harris' personal slave until my PHD is completed. So you may see me around now and then."

"Good morning class. My name is Dr. Alqamar San Diego and I will be your professor in Biochemistry for the whole year," Shit.

Then I whispered it. A name I didn’t even realize I’d made up for him in my mind. “PROFESSOR SIN ?”

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.

2 XAVIER I thank whatever fucking god that all of these idiots are finally done with this class. I have taught English literature for three years now. Each year has been a different experience for me. The first year was by far the best. I was a new professor. Twenty three years old. I was so excited for my first real year teaching. I was excited to prove to the world that I didn't get the job just because my father is the dean. At the start of my first year of teaching, I was the shiny new toy. All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings.

Lewis’s. After sitting down, she flipped open the conference booklet. She was startled to see her name listed under Guest Experts, placed even ahead of several renowned professors. In the rigid hierarchy of academia, that placement was an unspoken acknowledgment of her achievements. A few minutes later, Felix and Dr. Lewis entered the hall. Miranda kept her gaze on her notes as Felix quietly took the seat beside her. A moment later, an elderly man with a sharp, dignified presence walked onto the stage. It was Dr. Xavier Zeller, one of the country’s foremost authorities in neuroscience and president of the National Military Medical University.

After that, they all pointed at the old professor who had suddenly rushed in. When the principal saw this person, he could only bottle up the anger in his heart. He could not afford to mess with the old professor. This old professor was the titular professor of their medical school, and he was highly reputable in their school. He was also a highly respected acupuncture master in Isonbert, known as Dr. Watte. There were many people who wanted to seek Dr. Watte’s expertise to cure their illness, and countless had asked for his help. There were also countless people who wanted to ask Dr. Watte to be their teacher.