Mr Krabs Glasses Novels & Stories

I’d no sooner obeyed when an enormous movie screen appeared before us. “The price for the glasses is that you enjoy a movie or two with me. What say you?” he asked with a taunting sneer as he lowered his lanky frame into the chair next to mine. I wanted to respond with a curt “Do I have a choice?” but I feared he’d take back his glasses. So, I stoically waited to see just what kind of a movie he was about to show me.

He rarely took them off unless he was going to bed. He looked mature, yet, reserved wearing glasses. Without glasses, he looked gentler. However, whether he wore glasses or not, it could not cover up his elegance and his good looking face. Suddenly, Karen thought of a joke that was popular on the Internet. The man with glasses looked gentle and refined, but in fact, he was a "beast in disguise". Karen thought of what happened on the day of the charity party. That day, Kevin made her scared, and he was really a little "beast".

Maybe that would erase the weird thought in her head. In twenty minutes, he reached the club. His men bowed as he head in. His past the corridor, stairs and then to his room. He like his space dim lit. And yes, he was indeed photophobic. Light was his enemy. It dug deep his skull, ripping old unwanted memories awake. Memories that brings out the other side of him. A side that cared less, strips him bare on what kind of a monster he was. The glasses were special made. Cost a fortune. They dim the world around him. Gave him control.

I removed my glasses and rubbed my eyes before reaching for the water on my desk and taking a long swig. “Shit,” I muttered as some water poured on my laps. I was being clumsy and that only happened when I had a lot on my head, which I did and I knew I did. “Next you’ll need a bib when you’re eating,” Sabrina’s stern voice said from the door and I reached for my glass and nabbed on the wet patch with a small napkin, desperately trying to dry it, it was fruitless. I groaned and tossed it on the desk. “What is it Sabrina?”

He continued flipping through the document pages with his glass on. "I just don't know why I got mad over it. Something lured me into taking her life that I can't comprehend. Besides, why did you summon me here and what's with the glasses? It looks so awful on you." Marcus said kissing his teeth as he relaxed on the chair opposite Alpha Galan. Alpha Galan glared at him for calling his glasses awful. "Fuck, Marcus! I look damn gorgeous in this glass." Alpha Galan complimented himself still throwing shades at Marcus.

When I finally managed to slip into the kitchen hall for a few seconds of breathing space, I leaned my back against the wall and shut my eyes, inhaling deeply as if air itself had become a luxury. “Drink this before you collapse and give my bar unnecessary drama.” I opened my eyes. Sir Gab was standing in front of me, holding out a glass of water with one raised brow as if he had caught me committing a crime. Despite everything, a faint breath of amusement escaped me. “You make concern sound insulting.” “I’m talented like that.” I took the glass. “Thank you, sir.” He leaned beside me, both of us facing the blur of workers moving in and out of the swinging kitchen doors. For a few moments we

I quivered there. "Oh, that's amazing," Carter groaned. "Now you have to lick your glasses clean," purred Natalie. "Oh, you're so lucky that you have glasses!" "Really?" I gasped in shock as I straightened. My tits slid off his lap. "Oh, yes, it's one of the joys in having myopia," purred Ms. Waters. "I love licking men's jizz off my glasses, and they love it. Really turns them on." I was learning so much today.

Aaron must have shaken it before he came in. “Where are the glasses?” Bobbi asked. “No glasses this time. We’re drinking it right out of the bottle,” Aaron said with elation. “Fine with me, you rich mothafucka!” Anthony said with a smile. “Oh no. You’re the rich mothafucka,” Aaron said back and laughed. “Hold on,” Margo interjected. “We got to let Bobbi do her thing before we take a drink.” Everyone looked at the long-haired brunette.

“But I know Mr. Pervis. He’s a good man.” “He is indeed!” Loretta agreed, her grin stretching until it was no longer genuine. Mr. Pervis had not yet noticed us. He was sniffing the red glasses, his nose uncomfortably close to penetrating the liquid within. “These are all different ethnicities and ages, you say?” he asked a mortal man who stood near the table. “Indeed they are, sir.” “And they’ll be refilled throughout the evening?” “But of course, sir.” Mr. Pervis looked very happy about that. “Well, then, I’ll have to try them all!”

"I still can't see." "So?" Ocean sounded impatient and irritated. "So, I need my glasses to see don't I?" "We don't want you seeing anything." He paused. "You're lucky you can't see already." "What do you even mean?" "He means, you would have been blindfolded but since you can't see, is makes our job easier." Ramirez explained before asking the question I least expected. "Would you like a burger or sandwich?" "I want my glasses so I can see what poison you guys decide to feed me in form of food." I spat.