Tom Holland With Glasses Novels & Stories

he said taking a sip from his cup, impatiently trying to to talk as he drops the juice. "You've got trust issue, don't you?" The man said pulling his glass case from his briefcase. It had another pair in it, but the one as different, it had round goggles with a thin frame, a little noticeably less thicker than the one he had on, it seemed not so new, Tom could tell he used them interchangeably "No, you don't have to fill that part, its official." " I'm done, all filled" Tom said examining the last part of the document"

Jordan Hall stood beneath the blinding studio lights, looking every bit the polished NFL superstar they wanted him to be. If perfection had a physical form, his publicists liked to say, Jordan was dangerously close to it. He looked like an Adonis—handsome in that soft, all‑American, golden-boy way that made endorsement companies drool over him. His usually dark blond hair had been dyed a warm chestnut for the holiday campaign, and the rich color made his hazel eyes appear warmer, deeper, almost honey-like when the light hit them just right. Clean‑shaven for the first time in months, his jawline looked sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room, giving him a younger, more boyish char

Half a day later, he raised his head slightly and removed his sunglasses, revealing cold, green eyes. "Clatter!" The pen in Tom Hulce's hand fell onto the table. "I apologize, Mr. Chairman; I still have a little interest in it so I won't negotiate," his voice was extremely calm, carrying a touch of coldness. No one noticed that Tom Hulce's pupils suddenly contracted slightly, followed by a terrifyingly dark complexion. "Why, Mr. Hulce, have you met me before? Your excited expression says it all," Arthur casually raised the corner of his lips provokingly.

Haden comes to a comical stop as soon as he sees me, and I cannot help but goggle at him. Because Haden is not wearing his mask! This is the first time I'm seeing him without one, and that fact manages to surprise me out of the conflicting tirade of emotions I was just feeling. I honestly had no idea what he looked like, and I don't know what I expected. He's hazel-eyed, which goes nicely with his brown hair. He looks around the same age as Elias. His cheekbones are high, but his cheeks are full. He's good-looking, I realize. It's a shame he has to hide his face whenever I'm nearby.

Shit, shit, shit. I looked at Tyler again, still not believing that he was the same damn Tyler who had been sitting in front of me in every Math class. He looked so different without his thick glasses and his buttoned-up shirt. Standing there, only a few feet away, he was wearing a black hoodie with a white T-shirt underneath, a pair of black trousers, and black Reebok shoes. Boy, does he look hot! And threatening, I quickly added as my eyes met his dark gaze.