X Men First Class Novels & Stories

, except a few intelligent ones like Alexander. Alexander was indifferent and rude to everyone including the rich. Infact, he bullied the rich too when he wanted, so he barely noticed that I was a human being. But one day we had PE class, this class was a combined elective class for both science and arts students. I was studying to become a medical doctor, so I was in science class. While Alexander was studying business, he was in art class. We had both picked PE as our elective subject, and as though that was not enough, our PE teacher, Mrs. Emma had decided to pair us up together to play badminton against the opposing team which also had two players.

He kept his eyes fixed forward, as if I were invisible. A tall, regal-looking man stood up from his seat next to the Alpha. "Let us enjoy this feast!" he declared, raising his goblet high. "Our Alpha, our King, our Lord, The First of his kind, has conquered lands for us to thrive for centuries now! Soon, the world will be ours. Let us celebrate and be merry!" A roar of cheers erupted, but it felt forced, tense. I could feel eyes darting toward me, whispers passing like waves through the crowd. I stayed rooted in my seat, too afraid to move or draw more attention.

I said as I lead him to the theater room. I open the door to reveal a large flat-screen television surrounded by large sofas. There was also a mini bar at the side with cotton candy and a popcorn machine. I watch as Alex walks inside the room to take a look around. He stood in front of the popcorn machine before turning to look at me. "Mind if I have some? For the tour?" He asked. "Sure," I said as I approach him. I turned on the machine and we just stood there watching the kernels pop, one after another.

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

He downs half of it before I’ve even opened my mouth. I, on the other hand, take my time. I lean back against the counter, surveying the men. My lips curl into a smirk. This is going to be fun for me. “Well,” I murmur, pointing lazily at the first one, the tallest, broad-shouldered, reeking of whisky and sweat. “He looks strong enough. Maybe too stupid, though.” I shift my finger to the second, leaner, meaner, his hand wrapped tight around the woman’s arm. “Ah, this one’s got bite. I like him.”

He raised his head when he heard the door push open from outside. He saw Lucia enter first. " sis, you're here." " Did you...." he was about to ask if she was coming from campus when someone else followed Lucia inside. He didn't know who this man was, as he was seeing him for the first time. This man was more handsome than Jonny whom he knew was his sister's fiance. He wore a pair of tailored white pants. He was tall, his facial features well-defined and handsome. He was so good looking he could make people stop breathing from staring at him for too long. With a hand casually hooked in the pocket of his pants and his scarlet thin lips slightly pursed, he was so sexy that his looks could kill