Peter Parker Glasses Novels & Stories

“After they’ve pulled everything they need.” She nodded, but she looked like she wanted to say more. “What is it?” Her eyes flickered up towards Riley. “Those people… weren’t human were they?” Sarah and Amy gasped. “What makes you ask that?” “Well…. Their eyes…” She flushed. “I mean, sometimes when Peter is happy, his eyes... they glow gold. I thought I was imagining things at first, but it happened more than once, and after seeing those guys, I’m definitely sure.” David sighed. “Riley, if need be I offer them sanctuary, and I will deal with negotiations with Black Moon.”

“I am starving!” Piper exclaimed as she opened the paper bag. She looked at Kai to see him looking back at her. He still had his mask and glasses on. Piper couldn't help but chuckle, “At least take them off, Kai. Why are you wearing sunglasses in the car? Your windows are tinted.” She pointed out while taking her burger and fries out of the bag. She placed the empty bag on the floor of the car.

Peter was his best staff, after all, it would not hurt to give him a little special treatment. Peter was elated at the sound of this, everything was finally coming together. Now, the other stage of the plan. Peter rushed to his quarters and took off his scrub and scrub cap to reveal his long pitch-black silky hair. He stood in front of the mirror as he changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt. He liked the feeling of wearing normal clothes again, since he got into Revolution, it’s either coveralls for fieldwork or scrubs to attend to Darin. He packed his bags and looked around his room for a while before stepping out. Who knows, if he achieves what he wants, he may never come back. He planne

He questioned. Was this guy shittin me right now? He had to be playing with me to ask me that kind of question. "I'm not supposed to answer your question now, I'm I?" "Just answer the fucking question, Gwen." I'd not have replied him, but the look he had told me not to tempt him at all, so I did. "I did not want to wear my glasses, so this is a prescribed contact." I said pointing at my eyes. "Get one that matches the color of your eyes." He commanded. And that did it.

As the purple-eyed man looked, I was approached by the other who squatted down to inspect me. His short, black and white peppered hair almost blew into his eyes from the breeze. He had a pale grey tinge to his skin which was speckled with black dots. His zigzagged ears had hooped piercings in each section, as well as a small stud piercing on either side of his bizarre eyes. The only thing he wore was dark green pants which were riddled with baggy pockets that held the two guns and the silencers. “I’m Concussion" the yellow eyed man held out a hand to me that I only stared at "that's Nightshade" he pointed to the purple eyed man who rested a hand on Torch’s shoulder as he talked to him.

“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 .”

"Why do you use glasses when one of the characteristics of an alpha is a super sense of sight?" A big smile that is almost blinding charges through his face. "My glasses aren't for sight, but for something else, an experiment we were carrying out at the Vixon's industry. I see perfectly without them as you can see." he clarifies, "Nice eyes you've got there though." Oh. My eyes drop and my cheeks burn at his compliment which seems to have a double meaning to it.

Can't believe my mum didn't even ask why my glasses were cracked. Derek walked closer with a small box in his hand and dropped it on the mattress close to me. He pointed down at it. "I got you a new pair of glasses, since I broke the old one." I looked at the box, then reached up and removed the little broken glasses from my eyes and dropped them onto the floor. My vision instantly went completely blurry. I couldn't see Derek's face anymore, he was just a tall, dark smudge standing over the bed. "I want to try something," I muttered, setting my phone down.

I hugged Lana tighter, her warmth grounding me, even as panic clawed at the edges of my mind. And then my eyes darted to Peter's face. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson. His hands reached repeatedly for glass after glass. This is outrageous. He couldn't drink. His allergy wasn't mild, it could have killed him. A surge of dread twisted through me, claws sinking deep. My gaze flicked to Nathan. His expression was stone, his eyes glacial, every inch a predator assessing prey. For a moment, he glanced at Peter, his gaze cold, detached and unreadable.

“When I was younger, they’d cause things to happen—windows would break, objects would fly, strange things would happen all around me.” I was waiting for it to get more difficult, but I went through everything without a stutter. “The pack elders tried everything when I was little. They brought in exorcists because they thought I was possessed by some dark spirit, prayed to the Moon Goddess—all of that, but nothing worked. The visions never went away.” Nate covered his mouth, chuckling. “Exorcists?” “Yes,” I smiled back, touching the frames of my glasses. “These glasses were a gift from my mom. They shield me from the voices, and the nightmares. Without them, I’m afraid my powers could spiral