Novel & Cerita Professor Xavier Cerebro

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.

My eyes became wet and dull as I placed my arms on the manchette of the chair. "Crescent Moon pack, what's with them? Thought we were done with this conversation Xavier." "I don't know, there is something with that Isabella girl. I mean this is not the first time it's happening. I looked into her eyes today and all I could see were memories of that throne room." Hunter flicked his hands in front of his nose as if he wanted to get rid of a bad smell. "Xavier I don't understand whatever it is you are saying. You and I both know that memories of that throne room still hunts you. So I don't see why you should see a big deal out of whatever you saw in the cell room.

I said after a moment, "serious question." He straightened. "Shoot." "Do you think I’m... losing my mind? Like, if someone’s got this grip on you, mentally and physically, and it’s like no matter what you do, you can’t stop thinking about them. That’s not normal, right?" His eyes shifted. He got quiet for a second. "Is this about someone called Xavier?" I froze. "How do you know that name?" He looked smug. "You muttered it like three times while we were reviewing the slide transitions."

And it was very dangerous to be thinking nasty thoughts about your student, while standing in the hall, where more than forty pairs of eyes could see you. Regaining my composure again, I turned to the class before they could sense the sexual tension going on and smiled at them. Some of the female students began to murmur among themselves and I knew they must be talking about how charming I was. Raising a hand to get their attention, I dropped the book in my hand on the table before rubbing both palms together. “My name is Zachary Frost, but you can call me Professor Zach.” I said with the calmest voice that I could muster. “I will be your new training professor.”

Greg told her, then looked nervously at her again and she shot him a bright smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him you said that, but it’s true none the less. Xavier seems to have thought of everything. He always has a Plan B, C, D and probably E, D, and F,” she told him and he relaxed once more. Her excitement and hopes were waning at the lack of good news. “Have you seen in any of his research that may hint at a way to reverse this?” She asked, but her hopes dimmed with his grim face.

Cerebus hovered between them, growling softly if the woman shifted too fast. Dr. Voss laid a canvas scroll on the table. She unrolled it with care, revealing not a map, but something stranger — constellations inked in red, lines like veins, fragments of languages Ellie had never seen. “Most people think Cerberus — the original — died when the gods vanished,” Voss began. Her voice carried the weight of old lectures, sharpened by obsession. “But that’s not true. He was never killed. He was… recycled.”

Aveline The ice bucket sat on the desk like it had been waiting for us. Check-out was later. The room still smelled like sleep and sex. I was sore in places I had not been sore on Friday, and I still wanted him. Professor Xavier took one cube and held it up so I could see it drip. “Last morning,” he said. “Temperature. Then you surrender all the way. You know the rule.” “Yes, Professor.” He laid me on my back. No rope. Just me and the cold and his hands. He circled the ice around my nipple until it ached and tightened. I gasped. He watched my face.

“You’ve seen this compound before? Where?” “I can’t discuss another patient’s treatment,” she replied. “Then discuss this one,” I said, pointing at Xavier. “Whatever is in him is eating through his healing. Can you treat it?” “I need samples.” “Then take them.” Xavier gave a single nod, and the attendants began preparing the equipment. Inside my mind, Ciel was terrified. This is wrong. Ciel's voice sharpened in my head. Crown. Scott. Your father. We leave. Now.

he hissed. Her frown deepened and the anger that was once written on her face was replaced with genuine hurt. He sighed and looked back at his computer. “No, she hasn’t been here,” he answered in a calm tone. “Then why have you been here?” She asked, her tone softening as well. “Studying.” He didn’t want to tell her the truth about what he’s actually been doing. Brian has been doing extensive research on Professor Evergreen. He’s a famous author so there should be plenty about him. He wanted to find out who this mysterious author really was.

Professor Lucien's burns in my head. “I… I don’t know.”