Professor X Name Novels & Stories

I hope that after the opening day we will have so many investors that MAMA will be consolidated, and we will no longer need any X cent. — Good morning, Dalia. - greets Mr. X standing in front of the lecture hall. He turns towards me and lightly touches my arm. — Then I would like to talk to you in the office. —All right. - I respond with mild irritation that does not seem to affect you. —I look forward. - comments X with a slight smile.

DALA The lecture was torture. And not the ‘Ugh, I hate this subject’ kind. No, no. This was the ‘Why am I here? Who did I offend in my past life?’ type of suffering. Professor Xavier—because apparently, that was his actual title—stood at the front of the room, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here, which was ironic considering I was thinking the same thing. He went on and on, his deep voice droning over topics I wasn’t even sure existed before today. If I wasn’t trying so hard not to attract attention, I would’ve laid my head on my desk and accepted my fate.

He set his leather satchel on the desk with calm precision, then turned to the class with a warm, disarming smile that made half the girls in the front row sit up straighter. “Good afternoon, everyone,” he said, voice smooth and rich, carrying the faintest trace of a British accent that somehow made everything sound more intelligent. “Professor Hargrove had a family emergency, so I’ll be taking over this course for the foreseeable future. My name is Professor Dexter Kane. You can call me Professor Kane or Dex, if we’re out in the field and formalities feel ridiculous.”

“Y-Yes, prof.” My classmates have left, only me and the professor are left in here. I approached him. He is currently arranging his belongings now. “I-I’m sorry, prof, I’m just thinking about something--“ “I told you to call me by my name when there is no one else, Alyana.” I scratched my head down on my neck. “Sorry pro ... I mean Xenon.” “Why do you seem to be awkward to me, you’re only 2 years younger than me, Alyana. Speak comfortably with me, okay. I’m not that old.” he said and laugh, I slapped his arm.

Although they hadn't been married for a long time, this must be Simon. Gladyce couldn't believe it, so she looked at the introduction below the photo. He muttered, "Xia Ming... Professor Xia, chief knowledge adviser." Gladyce frowned and repeated, "Xia Ming? Xia Ming?" Huh? Why did she feel that this name was also familiar? Was this person really called Xia Ming? "Miss, please give way..." A cleaner passed by and was cleaning the hall. It was just in time to arrive at Gladyce's place.

I said, trying to convince her and myself too. She looked at me as if checking me out so I diverted my gaze, trying to focus my attention to Professor Esquerra. Prof. Jeremy Esquerra is also a good-looking guy like Prof. Trystan Fortez. Both of them are also good friends. Prof. Esquerra is our school doctor. He smiles often and more approachable than Prof. Fortez but I still find the latter more attractive. I am wondering why Professor Fortez is not yet here.

Her dark long hair was tied to the back, showing off her features and her intimidating blue eyes. "I wasn't staring," I said . Lena raised a brow. "Sure. And I wasn't just watching Xavier practically destroy his opponent." At the mention of his name, my eyes shifted to the center of the field. The professor was sparring with another elite student, his movements were precise. He moved like a shadow, as he effortlessly dodged strikes before countering with speed. "Why do you students call him by his name?" I asked. "You mean Xavier?" "Yes.... he's your professor, I thought we should address him as such." I continued.

I was shocked to hear this news. Max and Professor Xander had an affair in her office? I stared at Max, wide-eyed and unable to comprehend such a scandalous revelation. Professor Xander was Max's PhD advisor and a respected professor in the finance department at Johnsonville University. She was a widow, over twenty years older than Max.

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

“Sure. What do you need?” “I’m interested in Professor Elena Thompson’s lectures,” Ren said smoothly. “She gave a fascinating talk this morning, and I’d like to know if she’s teaching any upcoming seminars or classes that are open to visitors.” The man smiled, clearly pleased by the interest. “Professor Thompson does have a talent for captivating an audience,” he said. “She’s leading a seminar on comparative mythology next week. It’s a bit niche, but if you’re interested in folklore, it’s worth attending.”