Novel & Cerita Professor Xavier Cerebro

"I'm still using them. At least I can sleep for two hours every night." Chase looked at his best friend with sadness in his eyes and replied, "I hope you will be cured soon, Xavier." Chase Forbes was a Pediatrician at Taylor Private Hospital. He was the attending doctor of Xavier's daughter, Sage. He remembered something and said, "Xavier, we have a gifted Neurosurgeon in our hospital, Dr Avery Martins. Why don't you send Sage to her? Maybe she will find a way to remove her brain tumor." Xavier's eyes lit up, and he asked for Dr Martins' number. Chase quickly sent him Dr Martins' contact details.

The strong connection he feels to her has refused to go away, there was something about her, something that keeps pulling him towards her. Xavier shook his head to clear all his thoughts as he focused on the work at hand. *** "Sir, I and my team have developed something new and I'll love to present it." Mr Gomez said. "Alright." Xavier said , Mr Gomez stood up, he walked to the front of the huge projector, using the remote, he put their project on screen. A tiny frown appeared on Xavier's face when he saw a teddy bear with a heart shaped lamp on it's chest appear on screen.

“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.”

I sighed, staring at the ceiling. I really was lucky. But my parents’ faces flashed in my mind. And the peace shattered. I had to see them. ****************** PROFESSOR BLACK (ZED) POV When I returned, she was already asleep. Peaceful. Drained. Safe. I didn’t wake her. I stepped out and headed straight to my workspace. “Boss,” Leo’s voice came through the line immediately. “Everything prepared for tomorrow?” I asked. “Yes, boss.” “Good.” I ended the call and chuckled darkly.

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 didn't add that the pack and nest were evil in the news, though. Oh, and if you're wondering, I do go to school. My name is David walker. My last name was fake. Of course, it's after Allice. And in the supernatural world, they don't know my name. They call me Xavier, the Black death. And if they knew, I wouldn't have been in school. In their eyes, I'm just a typical teenager that doesn't have a single clue about supernatural creatures.

“Professor, let’s stop here. My brain can’t take it anymore.” I complain to Professor Fortez. My temple is pulsing painfully. I reached my limit already. This Professor of mine is a monster. He is very strict while teaching me. He doesn’t like so many red marks on my paper. He wants everything to be perfect.

Juliet stood frozen inside the private booth. The heavy curtain had just closed behind her. Mr. Voss sat on the velvet couch like he owned the entire club. His cold smile sent ice down her spine. “Hello, Juliet Sinclair,” he said slowly. “Or should I call you Luna… Professor Knight’s favorite student?” Her stomach dropped. She took a small step back. “How do you know my name?”

Surely I was seeing things. Was his cocky attitude haunting me now? I shook my head hard but it didn't erase the fact that Art Wilson was one of my professors? How on earth was he professor? He was only 28. His eyes lingered on me for a second longer before he continued his lecture. His words mumbled into gibberish as all I could scream in my head was no...no...no. I collected my things, and sprinted out of that class, not caring about the murmurs it stirred. I was probably deaf until I drove out of the campus.

The same mouth that had been on me last night. Professor Elias Thorne. The man I fucked senseless in a hotel room. The man I was supposed to marry. He scanned the room and his eyes landed on me. I could see the same recognition I had on my face, flash through his. But it was gone in a second as he cleared his throat and stepped onto the podium. “Good morning,” he said calmly. “I’m Professor Thorne. Welcome to Advanced Literary Theory.” For a moment I just remained transfixed. Mara nudged me. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”