Peter Parker Glasses Novels & Stories

"Early? Do you know what time it is?" One glance at the clock on his bedside table, and Parker became Peter Parker. He wildly swung over the things that were on the ground to get to different corners of the room, to get his stuff. Then, he jumped over his bed smoothly and left with a hasty 'Bye!' I surveyed the room, thinking of how long it would take for me to clean it. The answer was 'a lot.' Parker poked his head in again and said, "Please don't tell Drake about the cookies," he said sheepishly.

She looked at Peter and asked, "What's your name?" Peter glanced at Theodore before he said, "Peter, Young Miss." He held his chest and bow slightly. After introducing himself, he stood up straight again. Peter had his mouth and nose covered with his black mask, he is also tall. However, his eyes don't show any emotion. Peter would mostly show his emotions thru his actions. Just like a while ago, he would tremble if he's scared. He wore full black clothes. Peter had his short hair tied, his eyes were black like an onyx. Soheila still had her slight smile on as she glanced over at Theodore. "I'll cook," She said shortly.

I growled, closing my eyes against the pain shotting through my brain and the blare of the sun now that my glasses were on the ground as well. "Sorry about that." Came a deep sultry voice from in front of me, I sniffed the air, recognizing him immediately as a wolf, though not of my pack he surprisingly smelled familiar. "Let me get these for you." Now his voice was from below me. Opening my eyes I gave them a second to adjust to the sunlight then looked down to see a man crouched down in front of me picking my glasses and phone up, as he stood back up, I got a better look at him and did not recognize him. Dressed casually in a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans you could tell he had a warr

"Don't put words in my mouth. I said you're a dummy, a blockhead." Angered, Peter took his sceptre and pointed it at Lavana. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson today, Lavana," he yelled but at this moment, he saw her eyes turn orange. He became confounded. How is it possible for a werewolf to have this pair of eyes? They didn't even look like they belong to a wolf either. Was it because of her wolf that had firepower? "So, you want to teach me a lesson, eh?" as she said this, ice chains came out of her hands and wrapped around Peter's neck. They weren't tight but the chill emanating from these chains around his neck spelt danger!

“I said you looked cute, not weird.” “What? Cute as in newborn baby cute?” he asked skeptically. She rolled her eyes dramatically and moved around the counter so that she could sit beside him. “They’re just glasses, Brenden. All the cool kids wear them. Cool and smart kids.” He snorted. “Can you see without them?” she asked. “Perfect vision,” he answered. “I just get tired eyes and it helps to read the charts. I need to protect my eyes from the blue light and everything,” he said sheepishly.

"Officer Garrett, sure—you can detain me. However, before we leave, could you take another look at that photograph?" "What else are you trying to do?" Peter questioned, frowning impatiently. "Just have a quick look at the photograph." I looked into his eyes and continued, "Look at the glass on the door in the background." After a moment of hesitation, Peter pulled his phone out and brought the image up. He zoomed in and fixed his eyes on the background. He zoomed in. Then, he zoomed in even closer still. The impatience on his face vanished, replaced by an expression of genuine shock.

Like smoke that can’t be contained. “I don’t want to wear them. Violet and Logan don’t have to and everyone makes fun of me.” Dad gives me a soft smile, his hand gripping my shoulder. “Kids can be cruel. Many made fun of me when I was younger wearing my glasses but they didn’t realise the power I have from wearing them.” he gives my arm a squeeze before taking his off and handing them to me. My nose scrunches up as he puts them on me and I see what he means. Like mine, the lens is made of glass. But what I see in dad’s glasses reminds me of the control panel on one of my video games.

Xander’s eyes strayed to the cobra tattoo on Peter’s forearm. “I am.” Peter smirked. Alexander blanched.

When his lips curled more, she knew she would have seen humour in his eyes if he wasn't wearing glasses. Pietro's gaze drifted down to look at himself. His smile turned into a lopsided grin so unexpected and endearing, that for a moment she forgot how to breathe. "I guess I do at that," he agreed, taking off the glasses and hat, and letting his hands drop to his sides. "I've never seen you in wolf form."

Peter turned and wandered back to me, where he transferred our drinks to the plastic tumblers as well. "Thought better of using glass poolside?" I asked, taking my whiskey back. "No, I figured we'd get in too," chuckled Peter, unbuttoning his shirt. I saw both women watching suddenly intently as the shirt came off. Peter might be shorter than me but he did put on quite the gun show. A completely polished and waxed gun show. He started unbuckling his shorts and asked me, "Coming?" "Uh, maybe in a few minutes," I temporized.