Peter Parker Glasses Novels & Stories

Urien added, “You wear glasses, right?” Stavros said, and I nodded. “Urien, your nerdy look can wear them too, right?” Stavros looked at Urien, and he gave him just one firm nod. “Alright, I have special glasses with invisible cameras; instead of wiring you up, you can be in contact through them…” Stavros informed us, and he suddenly left, “Grecco, do you see anything?” Mat asked, and Grecco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His eyebrows squinted, and he opened them.

Whatever he was doing, it was of uttermost importance. While waiting for him to speak, I realized it would be the first time he had a spectacle on his face and in all honesty, it suits him. Paxton closed his laptop and pulled off his glasses and his intimidating eyes came directly into mine. I couldn't withstand his sight thus subconsciously looking down at my feet.

Seeing one of the world’s latest innovations through the screen of her cracked phone was one thing, seeing the real thing was an entirely different experience altogether. Carefully, she set Fabian’s blazer on his chair and went over to pick up the glasses. It reminded her of the F.R.I.D.A.Y sunglasses Iron Man wore in Avengers. One of the kids in the art centre where she previously worked at talked non-stop about it. He even drew sketches of them when he should have been drawing a vases and flowers. Amber had always wondered why the kid’s parents sent him for art classes. He didn’t need them, the kid was a genius when it came to sketches.

“Only for reading. Don’t tell anyone – only my Beta and Gamma know.” “They suit you.” It was the truth: they were simple, with a browline frame in a rich brown that complemented his tanned skin. Then I realised something. “I’ve never known a werewolf that has to wear glasses.” He smirked. “I’ve never met a werewolf that can’t shift.” I rolled my eyes. “Touché.” His smirk became a grin. “I got punched. In the eye. It’s blurred my vision – if I were a human, I’d be blind on that side. That pupil is fixed open, too.”

I stuttered at first a little before holding up my hands to show him the chains that wrapped around my hands, this is why I wanted them to be placed on me, I didn’t want the person to come in and see me sitting with the enemy, at least these make it look like I didn’t want to stay here. “I’m not leaving here without you.” Peter states reaching into his back pocket, the next moments began to play out in slow motion but at the same time, so quickly. Peter reached into his back pocket and pulls out some kind of glass ball, it was small enough to fit in his hand and held a kind of grey substance. Before anyone could blink, he took my chain in his hands pulling me closer to him whilst throwing th