Mr Krabs Glasses Novels & Stories

After standing up and turning to Mr Brooks who was behind him, Shark said to him, “He's alive. No need to panic. I'll figure out what's going on” “You had better figure out what's going on. I didn't come all the way here to waste my precious time. Where's your boss? And where’s the girl I told you guys to capture for me?”. Mr Brooks demanded an answer. He was quite impatient. “Like I've said, Mr Brooks, I'll figure out what's going on. Just give me some time”.

The glass clinked violently against the rim of his tumbler, amber liquid splashing over his knuckles. He didn't drink. He just stared at the glass. "Abram?" I said. I stayed near the door, keeping my voice low. Natural. "You're shaking." "I'm a monster, Elara." The words were so quiet I almost missed them. He turned around, leaning his weight against the marble counter. His "Alpha King" mask didn't just crack; it fell away, leaving behind a man who looked like he was bleeding out from an invisible wound.

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

Kirk's silver eyes darted around the room, taking in his surroundings with an unnerving intensity. His nostrils flared as he inhaled, processing the scents around him. When he spoke, his voice was rough and strained. "Water... I need water." Jazz fetched a glass of water while Paul and Leah helped Kirk sit up. He gulped down the water when Jazz handed it to him, droplets spilling down his chin. As he drank, the silver glow in his eyes faded, returning to their normal color.

I made sure the cockroach glass went to Karen. Karen frowned at me but also took the glass from the tray I was holding. I secretly smiled when she drank the contents of the glass straight away. I counted a few seconds before Karen suddenly screamed and vomited in front of us. "Cockroach! There's a cockroach in the iced tea that Amber gave me!" Karen screamed when she saw Pao's toy cockroach inside her glass. In fear, she threw the glass on the floor and it broke. Karen almost cried from nausea. Her eyes were red. A

And as he emerged from the bathroom, a trendy embodiment of youthful sophistication, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of my handiwork. But there was one crucial detail left to attend to—the black-framed glasses that had become his trademark. With a knowing smile, I gently removed them, revealing the true depth of his eyes for the world to see. I had noticed his short-sightedness matched mine, so I had equipped him with contact lenses, allowing his gaze to shine unobstructed by the familiar frames. The effect was transformative, his eyes suddenly larger, more expressive, radiating a newfound confidence that was impossible to ignore.

She was not sure whether it was good to be called there rather than face Anthon, because she was sure both were just giving her headaches and anxiety. “Have a seat,” her boss muttered when they entered the office. Sabrina shook her head, “What is it, Sir?” she queried. Jacob looked at her seemingly surprised but it was only a brief moment as he recovered quickly. He then let out a sigh and rested his hands on the table. Sabrina's eyebrows furrowed, noticing that he looked different. But then she quickly realized that he was not wearing his glasses. “Where's your glasses?” she asked out of curiosity.

He asked, reaching for his discarded shirt. “I… you must have had a lot to drink if you cannot remember everything that happened last night” She giggled, her cheeks staining with a blush. “I remember us talking about my mother and the dancing and the drinking” He groaned. “Here, let me help you” She reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Then we came over here and… we did…” “Do not tell me we had sex” Henry ground out, his eyes flashing. Sophia nodded, smiling at him.

I nervously smiled at the man sitting across the table. He was putting on glasses that seemed a bit bigger than his eyes. It made him seem like a geek, with the way the glasses enhanced his eyes. His black hair was cut short, but not so short that it seemed bald. It wasn't much. The moment I stepped in, he peered up at me. Blue mesmerizing eyes stared into my nervous blue ones. “Mrs Jewel Storm?” He righted his glasses. “I'm the one, doctor.” I kept the smile on my face, to hide my real feelings.

I argue. “Prove it.” He blows out a breath, then ragefully pulls out a textbook, a notebook, and… Glasses? I’m mesmerized as he pulls the thick, dark frames out of their case and uses a small piece of red cloth to clean them. His huge bicep flexes as he puts the pair on. When he catches my eye again, he pauses, “What?” “I just… you wear glasses?” “To read.” “But you don’t need them?” I crook my brow.