Peter Parker 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.

Ricky panted, yet his eyes were glued to Noel's figure. His face was really similar to the beautiful man that he saw in his dream a few months ago. A black haired man, with a pair of clear, mirror-like grey eyes. He glanced at Noel's face and saw the round nerdy glasses were annoyingly blocking his path to see his features. "Pardon me for a bit." "Ah." Noel flinched when Ricky took off his glasses. Confused, he looked at Ricky in his eyes. They were strangely mixed with some gold color, was his eye color like that before?

2Pac stared down at Amy, through his fully charged, lightning bolt eyes. Amy felt a prickly chill when she saw 2Pac’s eyes for the first time. 2Pac’s eyes reminded her of the headlights on her Volkswagen ID.4, which was actually her husband’s car. The only thing that took Amy’s attention away from 2Pac’s eyes was seeing her little boy sneaking up behind the metal assassin. She watched as Omar struck the cyborg across his glistening broad shoulders, using his little fists. Omar didn’t care about hurting his hands. He wanted to protect his mother.

It was heavy, wrapped in obsidian-black paper with no insignia, no logo, and no indication of the designer. I didn't open it immediately. I paced the perimeter of the living area, the floor-to-ceiling windows showing a Seattle that felt different tonight—sharper, colder, more dangerous. In less than twenty-four hours, I would be walking into the Glass Pavilion. I would be walking into the center of a spiderweb, designed by Garrison Vance specifically to trap me and, by extension, Peter.

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."

He does look familiar, but I cannot place it. "Can you remind me?" I ask, my voice soft yet still filling this empty space. "You look like someone I know but..." "It's the glasses," he pulls them off his face, and yet a name doesn't spring to mind. "I don't really need them, but my sister designed them and she says it's good for the company image," he shrugs. "They do help me keep up to date on my email." "Oh," is all I manage to say, unsure of what I should say. He looks tough, but has a youthful buoyancy that gives him a friendliness I wouldn't expect from a gangster.

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?!"

“You have no right to tell me what words I should use when you’re being an ass. And what’s up with those glasses anyway? They don’t suit you.” “They suit me just fine, thank you.” “No, they don’t.” “How about I give them to you? Since you obsess over them so much?” he asked, still not paying attention to her, and Aurora almost gagged. The thought of putting those glasses on her face made her want to barf. “Ew, no. Keep them to yourself!” she said in disgust, and he turned to stare straight into her eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want them?” he asked, and she felt her brain short-circuit. It was like her mind went blank, and there was no way to fill it. His blue eyes were still there, hypnotiz

The next morning, Mary woke up and glanced at her phone—it was 10:00 a.m. Peter was already up, working on his laptop. She watched him intently, her cheeks flushing as she admired him. He was wearing his frameless glasses, which gave him an effortlessly handsome look. Peter felt her gaze and turned to her with a wide smile. “Good morning, beautiful! How are you two feeling?” he asked, closing his laptop and setting it on the nightstand.