Tom Holland With Glasses Novels & Stories

After all, they shared a moment, though it was short and unstable, it was still fun. "You could use some time," Mr. Tassel said after breaking the silence and meeting her gaze. He reached for a small controller and pressed the button in it and all the window blinds fell, hindering the light of the blazing day. A long slim TV came in from the wall and it flashed a guy in a grey suit getting on a helicopter. He was white and has blonde hair, was tall and average for a man, and has an earring that looks like a screw-on his left ear.

This one happens to be gorgeous and that's is a bad thing. Unlike the picture, Eli is in an extremely low cut which only indicates that he's gotten tired of his curly hair. His glasses are sitting on the bridge of his nose and Anna told me his glasses were specifically designed to be worn from 7 am to 9 pm to not wear out his eyes and cause further damage to his rod and cones.

He explained and crouched so he could be at eye level with me where I sat. “ Whatever,” I sulked and he smiled. I glanced at him and he was wearing his glasses! The one with the Golden frame that he used to wear in high school. “ What’s wrong? You don’t like the glasses?” “ Umm, why are you suddenly wearing those?” I asked nervously and he sighed while admiring my painting. “ a lady told me my eyes were beautiful so I thought I should let my eyes rest a little from contacts. Apparently, she’s not impressed with my alternative.”

The usual cool, detached demeanor had been replaced with something warmer and more welcoming. Chen’s pale blue shirt shimmered subtly under the sunlight, giving off a faint sheen that made him look refreshingly natural. His new attire was complemented by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and through the lenses, his eyes appeared more refined, lending him an air of sophistication. The golden rims caught the light, reflecting a unique shine that contrasted with the mysterious and alluring gaze in his eyes. Behind those glasses, there was an occasional flicker of secrecy, as if he were always hiding some unfathomable secret.

I even mistook him for being a girl when I first saw him. "What nonsense are you spouting?" They were surprised when Mitch walked into the room while wearing glasses. I didn't notice that he wears glasses, though I don't really care either way. "I just told them about your-- Woah? Who the hell are you?" The usual rowdiness was maximized when they saw an unfamiliar boy entering our room. When I looked at him, I figured out who he is. "Hansol? What happened to you?" The guy named Khalil asked. He's not that different from before. He just changed his hairstyle and he's not wearing those thick-glasses anymore.

Separate from this world but living in it all the same. As I bring my glass to my lips for another drink, I feel a presence at my side. A man leans in, wedging his body between me and my neighbor. Young, dark hair, dark eyes—a low rent Tom Cruise in his heyday. His elbow slides onto the bar, and his smarmy grin is leveled on me. Dammit. “Something’s wrong with my eyes,” he says, “because I can’t take them off you.” I snort into my glass. “Oh, baby. That’s just fucking awful. Get out of here.”

He stepped out causing the people waiting to gasp and talk among themselves; the men included. “Alpha Jaxon is so hot…” Someone muttered. He was considered the calm and collected one of all the Triplets. He wore a brown t-shirt, tucked into his navy blue pants. If anyone else had done this, they would probably have been seen as a nerd but on Jaxon, he looked like a Greek god. He had on a similar eyeglass like Jackson's except his was tinted brown and black. His dark was slicked and parted with gel. He looked like he was from old money.

“East cameras looped, west scrubbed, front road boring as sin. Do you need me?” No, I sent. He’s gone. Keep eyes on the culvert. Call Todd for lights. “Copy.” Row three blinked back on, one by one. I turned and started back toward the door. Todd had anticipated. He stood just inside the glass holding the emergency coat open and not looking directly at me. He kept his eyes on a smudge on the floor and held the thermal out, hands steady. Good man. Holland didn’t move. She stood like a girl at the edge of a tide, letting it come to her ankles and not running away. Her eyes were too wide and too alive. She wasn’t looking at my teeth. She was looking at my eyes.

she said stepping away to answer. Holden and I were staring at each other. "Well this is awkward," he said. "No cranberries, captain obvious." "Cranberries," he laughed, "what's the matter, Bambi, can't say the word shit." He grinned and I despised how handsome he looked in his lab coat and glasses. Why did he have to look like that. "I didn't know you wear glasses," I said instead, not wanting to argue with his sister so close by. "Only when working," he explained.

“Hi.” Nathania couldn’t believe her eyes, he wasn’t wearing his contacts and his blue-green eyes were as beautiful as ever. His purple tips seemed brighter, like he had gotten it retouched and he was dressed in black pants, black boots, and a black leather jacket. Also, a guitar was strapped on his back. He looked everything like a handsome rockstar and nothing like a nerd which she knows he is. “Hi,” she breathed out. “Your contacts, you are not wearing them.”