You Wouldn't Hit A Guy With Glasses Origin Novels & Stories

I tossed the cup at him with speed, but he dodged, and I launched at him. We went through a glass case that was used to cover a painting. “You ingrate.” I landed three punches on his nose, but he used a piece of glass to cut through my cheek. I got off his body as he laughed, staring at the huge mark he made through the mirror that was behind him. He held the large piece of glass in his hand.

He scoffed. Decided to hide his scarred face, Blake decided to force a smile as he steps forward, near the tall guy. "Oh, yes, Mr. Glasses. I'm not and I will never be scared of anyone. I can hurt you, using this fist! It might look tiny but It can still break your nose! Don't test my patience. I'm not a kid anymore." They're now inches distant from each other, not knowing that he's making someone hard.

He said it was unladylike, but it is what it is. "So, I met this guy yesterday, he is so fucking handsome but rude at the same time." I explained as I remembered his handsome face, but frowned when I remembered what he did. "I still don't get why you're not okay, did you get beaten by the rain?" Dylan asked, confused. "Yes, I got beaten by the rain because of that guy. We had a collision outside the mall and he said some really rude things to me. He said I was blind and that I have eyes but wasn't using them and that I irritate everyone around me." I said angrily.

On the third day, rival mafia families were not the only ones going after him; even members of the Sterling family, whom he had once punished or humiliated, took the opportunity to humiliate him. Samuel could not bear it and went into hiding. He eventually put on a mask and returned to the underground arenas to make a living with his fists. But this time, he would never meet the girl who held up an umbrella and shielded him from the rain again. As for me, I underwent surgery that only had a 10% chance of success to repair my eyes. It was a success, and I was fitted with a pair of prosthetic eyes that gave me 20% of my vision back.

Perhaps he knew that he was in the wrong, for he didn't avoid the glass at all. Instead, he chose to face my rage head-on. As such, his forehead began bleeding after the glass crashed into his head.

I and my men walked towards the entrance of the club, but we were stopped by some bouncers, who refused us from entering. "It's full now, you can do yourself a favour by leaving" A huge tall man, who had a good physical appearance said to me, but I shrugged and took a step forward again. Unexpectedly, he pushed me backwards, nearly falling me off, but my men were quick to catch me. I angrily brought out my gun and aimed it at his forehead, but he still didn't appear to be frightened and was looking so bold. Not until I removed the dark glasses which had on all this while.

The atmosphere is really bad. I followed her gaze, and I stopped to... "Stop that!" I exclaimed. Because I saw Yuko, he was taking out something suspicious from inside his backpack-his. "Hey, watch out!" And before Yuko's throw hit me. Students who wear glasses, earlier. He pushed me, until we fell together on the floor. Something Yuko threw at me, it shattered onto the floor. "Was it water or oil?" I looked at this floor.

I didn’t know what to say to him “ Okay, Since you’re done recording, take off the glasses and drop it gently on the table.” Shit ! “Do you take me for a fool boy?” He probably figured out it’s not ordinary glasses. “ You hate glasses and all of a sudden your putting on one which isn’t even a sunglasses, come on Alex my boy, you can do better than that.” “You don’t expect me to come see you unprepared after your failed attempts to kill me, did you ?” I regained my composure so that my emotions won’t get the best of me. “And all your preparations ended up in glasses, that’s terrible.” He gestured to the glass “ Trash it.” One of his men snatched the glasses away from the table.

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

He asked me while giving the glass back to me. "A car hit you and run away." I said without looking into his eyes and put the glass back on table. I can't tell him it hit him intentionally because of my foolishness. Tears welled up in my eyes and it took a lot of me I control them. "Must be some drunk asshole. Are you fine?" He asked, looking at me with concern.