You Wouldn't Hit A Guy With Glasses Origin Mga Nobela at Kwento

I drove the stylus into the **Invisible Barrier**. The glass didn't shatter. It **cracked**. And from the crack, a familiar, violet light began to pour out. It was the marrow. It was the memory of the first kiss. It was the soul of the Origin. "What are you doing?" the man shrieked, backing away. "You'll break the hardware!" "I'm not signing your peace," I roared, the violet fire erupting from my eyes, burning through the chrome and the glass. "I'm choosing the **Mess**!"

Dirty, rough-looking men with guns tucked casually into their belts like this was just another job. And one of them…the one who had spoken on the phone stood closest. He had a thick beard, eyes like broken glass, and a smile that made my skin crawl. At his feet were my glasses crushed and bent beneath his boot like they were nothing. My stomach dropped. Those glasses weren’t just glasses. They were mine. My only comfort when the world felt too sharp. He noticed me staring and smirked. “Oops,” he said mockingly. “Guess you won’t be reading anything on your way out.”

At the speed of the incident, at the same time as I shouted loudly, the impact pulled me to avoid the car that almost ran over me when I fell to the ground. It was as if the incident had happened three times, in an instant I was on top of someone I didn’t know who because my eyeglasses had flown to somewhere, I don't know where either. I quickly groped it somewhere because my eyes were blurry when not wearing eyeglasses but I was depressed to see that one of its glasses was broken.

Nathan looked Crystal in the eyes and said, “You are the first woman to hit me. You should be afraid.” Crystal: “I won’t be the last. There are lots of people that want to hit you. After all, you look stupid.” Nathan chuckled and said, “Stupid is as stupid does.”