Mr Krabs Glasses Novels & Stories

“You look completely different without glasses. I mean, you look hot with them, but a different type of hot without them.” Laughing, I saw a faint glow color his cheeks. “Well, thank you. So, I have a Superman and Clark Kent thing going on, you think?” Setting the two bottles on the counter, he took the glasses from me, put them on, and then whipped them back off, giving his eyebrows a little wiggle as he did. Giggling, I nodded. “Yes, you do.” He was sweet and funny. And damn he was sexy. His shirt stretched across his toned chest. He definitely went to the gym.

He wore glasses that were perched at the bridge of his nose, shielding his eyes. He looked directly at me and cleared his throat. “Miss Drea Hart?”

I put it down and would have taken water when someone suddenly took it. "Hey! Give it back." I said. He seemed to hear nothing and was really staring at the contents of the glass. "What's this?" He asked. I rolled my eyes at him. "There! You'll take it and then you don't know. That’s an ice cream, Drake. Ice cream." I said sarcastically. Yes. Drake the great, the naughty coward stole my glass. "Looks yummy." He said. My eyes widened as he took the spoon and was ready to put it inside his mouth.

I tried to crawl away, my hands scratching at the expensive rug, but someone else stepped on my hand. "Ahhhh!" "Fight back, Gabe!" someone yelled. "Where’s that tongue you use to suck up to the Millers?" Another kick landed on my shoulder. My glasses flew off my face, skittering across the hardwood floor. "My glasses," I gasped, my voice coming out in a broken stutter. "P....please... I can't see. My glasses." I was on my hands and knees now, frantically patting the floor. The world was a nightmare of smears and shadows. The people around me were just distorted shapes, their laughter sounding like the screeching of hawks.

Taking a seat beside me he forwards a glass of water to my lips and said " Have a bit. You'll feel better " After that, he wiped my mouth as I was done drinking water. He put the glass on the table and in no time I saw the PA coming inside with a juice jar. " Is it fresh? " Maverick questioned to which his PA answered, " Yes. I was there when they were making it ". With a firm nod, Maverick dismissed his PA while pushing the glass in my hands. " Thanks! " I forced myself to take the glass because when I declined it Maverick didn't waste time showering endless threatening glares at me. Holding the glass I look around in the space while Maverick opened my hair before starting to give me a head

I wanted to finish up with the pitch that was left with a few loose ends and a few touch-ups I was almost done. When I was about to leave I saw Mr. Jere looking at my office. So the glasses were transparent on both sides? He shyly smiled and looked aside. I was not going to deduct anything from the smiling as I was new and coming from a divorce.

The man’s breathing hitched, he adjusted his glasses, and his eyes gazed at her face, which was as beautiful as a rare gem. “Miss you’ve had too much to drink.” “Ugh. I haven’t!” Kira protested, her eyes drunkenly fixed on the man. Then, she suddenly smirked, and surprisingly, she reached out and removed his glasses! The man’s gaze instantly turned icy. The last person who accidentally knocked off his glasses was nowhere to be found now. “Hey, you’re Little Critter!” The man’s breath hitched, his face turned pale! His eyes rapidly scanned her face, then he abruptly asked in a low voice, “Are you Kira?”

Crumbs and smears dotted the rug—potential stains on an artifact worth more than most people's homes—but she was oblivious, lost in giggles. Lukas edged closer, peering at the screen. His surprise deepened: it was SpongeBob SquarePants, not some trendy new show, but the very episodes that had captivated him as a kid—timeless absurdity with that yellow sponge and his starfish sidekick flipping Krabby Patties. Nostalgia flickered amid his irritation.

Grey couldn't stop his racing heartbeat. Then, as Keyara felt her hair was perfectly tied, she turned around while holding the two ice creams. She was about to give one to Grey but was surprised. Because Grey reached out his hand toward Keyara's glasses. He took off the transparent-framed glasses and folded them in his hand. Keyara felt her entire vision blur. Her eyes were indeed -4 diopters, and that was enough to turn her surroundings into blurry lines and boxes, with fog obscuring the clarity of every object, including Grey's face.

she grinned, seeing that nobody could take their eyes off her--- well, everything! Unlike Prez’s previous lawyer, Cracker allowed us to tag along. She had only one demand: NO cuts! She said it was to make us look more presentable, although I didn’t think that would ever be possible. No matter what, we looked like a rowdy bunch with potbellies and wolf tattoos. She pushed her glasses back up her nose – oh yeah! She had one of those as well, making nerdy look sexy as fuck! – and went over to correct Prez’s tie.