Peter Parker Glasses Novels & Stories

“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

He was bulky and wore leather pants and beside his hand was a box which i supposed held all we needed. “My name is Pete and i have something for all of you,” he said with his glazy tenor voice, he turned and for a moment i thought he was staring at me, “You, lady with the bleeding wrist. Come here.” he said and my hands curled around my sides, i remained on my spot and kept my attention up ahead but when Sergeant eyes caught mine and everyone on the line had their eyes on me, i was forced to move out to the front. By the time i stood in front of Pete, he had placed his box down and was fully facing with and with a gentle tug he removed his glasses off his eyes revealing a sharp shade of blac

replied and stood up. "I have something for you. " said Dr. Amrah while handing me a parcel. "Thanks. " I said while collecting it. Peter and I were soon out of the hospital. "Now to where? " he asked. "how about we get some soft drinks and snacks then hang out just as my mother suggested. " I said. "Ok that will be nice. " said Peter. I smiled at the thought of hanging out with Peter and I was glad Layo didn't come along. I went to a grocery store nearby, bought two large Pepsi drink and a take away of samosa. "Come I'll show you my favorite spot in London. " I said while signalling a bike to stop. "Am not getting on that. " said Peter with a form of resistance. "Oh yes you are Peter Park

“What is this-“ Like she could already read his mind, the second he turned the case around, there was a note attached to it. Slowly, he ripped it off and took the note, reading the little message scribbled on it. ‘Before you ask, I know you aren’t blind. They aren’t glasses for blind people. It’s to prevent you from getting blind. Haha. They’re blue light filtered glasses. You stare at screens way too much so when next you want to do that, put them on. They prevent your eyes but getting old and boring (we don’t want your eyes matching your personality, do we?)’ “What?” He laughed to himself, reading the note. “This is ridiculous.” He laughed again, slowly taking the glasses out of the case t

Peter stood arms akimbo, “Maybe we should involve the cops. What do you say? Or hire someone to help us investigate.” “I don't think that's a right thing to do now Peter.” Lyssa replied, matter of factly. “I am so tired of everything. I mean, it's really tiring having to go through all these just after I had a divorce.” Scarlet ranted. Peter moved close to her and held her hand. His eyes were turquoise green. A rare color she had never seen before. He had the siren eyes and this made her weak. His jaw was perfectly chiseled and her eyes flew to his muscled hands.

He said in an amused tone. I gulped again and slowly raised my head up. My stomach twisted uncomfortably as I took in his fine features. His sharp blue eyes stared deep into me from behind that pair of glasses he was putting on. Wait! He had a pair of glasses? Those things were highly rare and expensive. Only highly wealthy people could be seen to possess it. Even most Alphas of several prominent packs didn't have the wealth enough to own a pair of glasses. I tried not to show my surprise but I was sure I was doing a terrible job at that.

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.

In truth, it was not the glass that was shaking, but his own hands! He stared blankly at the hands that were holding the glass. He had never been so nervous before. It was as if his body was… warning him, that no matter what happened, he must not lose that person! — Peter finally saw Serenity when he got to the police station. He had expected her to be injured in some way, but he was surprised to find her perfectly unharmed.

Seeing those bloody pools of red makes me want to run away and get some knives to protect myself from him. That man who said hello looked at me from head to toe, “Oh, you were startled by my eyes? Is this not the first time you saw one?” I slowly nodded. I was being cautious because I don’t know what he could do here with no one around to help me. “I was born with these eyes, I have been working here for as long as I can remember, Peter is my name.” He offered his hands. I looked at his calloused pale intently. He was being polite and here I am, acting like he has done something wrong with my life.

His anger from earlier was gone; he had a carefree smile. ‘Can I ask you something?’ he nodded for me to continue. ‘Why do you wear those glasses?’ he smirked pausing for a moment before he spoke, ‘Do they make me too handsome?’ I simply rolled my eyes before shaking my head, we were still parked in a layby on the outskirts of town. He took his glasses off and put them on for me as I let out a gasp… How does he see anything with these on?