Peter Parker Glasses Novels & Stories

she added quickly when I turned to look at her. "Yeah… it’s rare. But I’m an omega, and I don’t have a wolf." "Oh…" She nodded slowly in understanding. "So you have vision problems?" "Not exactly. I have migraines, and the doctor suggested I wear glasses. They help." "Oh." It was a lie. I wore the glasses to hide my eyes. My eye color was strange, at least, that was how people always described it. A strange blend of green, yellow, and red. Green was the dominant shade, dusted with flecks of yellow, but if you looked closely enough, you’d notice the faint traces of red too. As I grew older, my unusual eyes began drawing more and more attention. That was when my mother found a solution and gav

And a platinum signet ring, simple and heavy. “The glasses have a built-up polymer frame,” Anton explained, his tone shifting to that of a product designer. “Near-indestructible. They house a micro-laser capable of cutting through polycarbonate or severing a zip tie. The right temple piece is a localized EMP burst, one-time use, enough to fry non-shielded electronics within a three-foot radius. The ring…” He picked it up. “Pressure-activated. Twice for a distress ping with your exact GPS coordinates, routed to a server only I control. Held for five seconds, and it releases a fast-acting neuro-inhibitor aerosol. Enough to drop anyone in immediate contact.”

Deacon says. “What’s wrong with this place?” Freya asks. “I’d just prefer somewhere more private, especially whilst we work out this telepathic connection. I don’t want to risk drawing any further attention to us because Josie looks as though she is talking to herself. It is already a risk without our glasses,” “What glasses?” Freya questions. “We wear modified glasses that stop humans from being able to see the power illuminate in our eyes. It’s hard to control the flare,” he explains.

Scar’s POV “Mr. Vanderbilt, is there a problem?” The room across 001, 010 opened, and a man walked out. The suits on this man worth at least five digits. I know. Sebastian loved this brand. The man wears a golden framed slit glasses; the eyes behind the glass are icy blue. He is smiling to me, but the smile is dangerous and aggressive. “Since when are the paparazzi allowed in the ship within ship area?” The man who was addressed as “Mr. Vanderbilt” complained to the dangerous man with golden glasses, his eyes never landed on me.

Alpha Drayce looks emotionless as he remove the shard glasses from my feet, Unlike Sander's serious face which sender shivers of fear down my spine Alpha Drayce's serious face seemed amusing and interesting to me. Occasionally he would blew air into the open wound after removing each shard glass and applyed the disinfectant which hurt like hell. Each time he blew air on it, I felt all sort of tingles in my body, his hands were doing a lot of things to my body and I could only hoped Sander does not noticed. "You shouldn't be careless with your body" he said as he stood up. again, it sounded like a warning. "Bryan," he called. A young man with deep brown eyes and a dyed dark blue side part hai

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

he said softly. "What?" His fingers found my glasses. "This." Oh. I never take these off. Not in front of people. He slid them off carefully, like they might break. Water droplets clung to the frames as he set them on the pool edge. When he turned back, his eyes moved over my face. "Better." "Liar." My voice came out shakier than I wanted. "My eyes are plain brown. And I'm half-blind without those." "You can see me, can't you?"

He booked my appointments and ran the small gift shop. Peter was in his early thirties. He had dark brown hair, was lanky, had a few tattoos and piercings and wore glasses. While he didn't look that strong, he was surprisingly so. He had a wonderful personality to boot, and he meshed well with me. He was irreplaceable, in my humble opinion. "It was well worth it," he chuckled. "After Char sent that video of the stranger giving you a lap dance, I needed all the details of last night's endeavors. I was not disappointed."

“According to my schematic, the one on that floor is closed. So they need to go to the next floor down.” “How did you know?” I ask, curious as to how my new friend seems to know everything. Katelyn grins, bright and full, “Oh, these are my smart glasses. Aren’t they clever? They’re way better than the ones that other company makes,” she declares proudly. “They are lighter, more discreet, and they have much faster connectivity. Here, try it out.” She places her glasses on my face when I soon learn they are not prescription after all. Overlaid on the view of the elevator door, I see a complete map of the floor we were just on.

Peter was completely confused. He blinked his big eyes and stared at him. “Sir, what do you mean? I... don’t understand at all.” "You really wasted that big foreign brain of yours!" Xavier suddenly sat up and looked at Peter strangely. "Don’t you want me to be strong and healthy, without a single problem?" "Of course I do!" "Then if you help me with a small favor, I’ll instantly be bouncing off the walls. Are you willing to help?!"