Mr Krabs Glasses Novels & Stories

Then I remembered Bea (my PA) telling me that the milk I drank this morning was the last one. I really wanted strawberry milk. So, against all rules and risking the fury of my PA, my manager and my director, I rushed back to my room and pulled on a pair of denim shorts, a dark oversized hoodie and my special pair of silver glasses. I looked in the mirror and surveyed my appearance. My eyes, which were normally brown, were now black and my blond hair was now a dark brown. The glasses were magic, of course, and they work by altering how other people see me (which means my hair and eye colour don't actually change). I grinned. As long as I keep my head down, people shouldn't recognize me.

Stretching over his shoulders and clinging to his biceps because he had rolled off the sleeves to show off his veiny forearms. Even his face was freshly shaved and his eyes didn’t have any bags underneath them. He didn’t look like someone who wanted to apologize for being a giant dick. I glared at him so hard that I hoped that the sexy glasses he wore would shatter beneath my gaze. But, of course, they didn’t. “Yes, Mister James?” I asked, my voice full of sweetness. “See me after class. I need to discuss something with you.” “I’ve another class,” I lied.

I sighed then proceeded to sit on the table, the comfy chairs would lull me to sleep as tired as I was. I found the two doctors staring at me like I was some sort of an overgrown beetle or some sort of a cure to a certain untreatable disease, maybe it was the blood on my shirt surprising them. I was just about to snap at them that it was unprofessional of them but then I remembered, I didn't have my glasses on. My eyes were the magnet that attracted their gazes. My shoulders hunched when I recalled the glasses being broken earlier. " You must be Michael Marcus" one of them faked a smile and said. The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with

I tried not to think about it. Maurice’s Batman onesie was better than anything in the boxes, so he didn’t bother taking anything, but while I was trying on stuff, he went over to speak to Grayson. After a brief discussion, Grayson opened a drawer in his desk and extracted a handful of spectacles, which Maurice tried until a pair seemed to work for him. They had thick black frames and some kind of wrapping on the middle bit where they were obviously broken. Less than a day and Maurice had already levelled up from nerd to dork. If there was an uber-geek achievement to be won, he was well on his way to claiming it.

Samael smiled at Mason as I looked at him. He somehow looks different without his glasses, in a good way. He took off the glasses while cooking and still was without them, giving me a clear view of his eyes without the barrier of the glasses. His eyes snapped at me making me advert my eyes, probably he felt my gaze on him.

Brown, passing by Jaden, stopped and stared at his glasses intently. Sensing the gaze, Jaden looked up, meeting Mr. Brown’s eyes, and his face changed dramatically. He hurriedly covered his glasses. Mr. Brown's expression turned stern as he said to Jaden, "Take off your glasses and give them to me." Jaden, as if facing a great enemy, tightly clutched his glasses and muttered, "I'm still answering the questions." Miss Kirsten, sensing something wrong, intervened, "Mr. Brown, don't disturb the students."

He stopped there and watched his boss take one of the chickens and chew on it then he looked at Caleb and raised a brow—, “You were saying something?” He asked. How could Caleb have anything to say? He could only think of the appetising meal in front of him. He gulped as he watched his boss eating the chicken elegantly then he wiped his fingers with the tissue placed at the side of the box. He must admit, the person was meticulous enough to remember to add the tissue. Caleb cleared his throat, shifted his eyes away from the box then turned serious, “Should the meeting be cancelled? “ He asked.

Grandpa roared with laughter and asked, "How many years have you been dealing with me? Have you ever seen a time when I had to pick up something that wasn't on my list?" The clerk laughed and said, "No Frank, I must have you mixed up with ole lady Johnson who comes in with a list and then ends up buying twice as much as what's on her list." Grandpa leaned over the counter and said in a quiet voice, "I don't have saggin' tits and I ain't got a broad ass like that old bitch. Son, I think you better head into the city and find one of them eye doctors to get yourself a pair of fucking glasses."

He explained and crouched so he could be at eye level with me where I sat. “ Whatever,” I sulked and he smiled. I glanced at him and he was wearing his glasses! The one with the Golden frame that he used to wear in high school. “ What’s wrong? You don’t like the glasses?” “ Umm, why are you suddenly wearing those?” I asked nervously and he sighed while admiring my painting. “ a lady told me my eyes were beautiful so I thought I should let my eyes rest a little from contacts. Apparently, she’s not impressed with my alternative.”

He was way taller than me, so he leaned closer to me before he hissed and shook his head for a bit seemed like he rebuked the idea of me taking for all our orders this night, probably because he was thinking that I only afford to buy him just a cup of hot chocolate. "Just find choose a table there. I'll be taking our orders." I gave him a side glance before I handed him my debit card as if telling him to charge it all to my account this time. He messed up my hair badly before he burst into laughter. I saw the genial smile from the owner, Mr. Robin, forcing himself not to laugh, probably in his late 50s. He was now wearing new glasses, it was nearly falling off his round face, I have had noti