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

There was a faint yellow mark on my cheek where he had hit me. I looked at him in the reflection. Still asleep. Still peaceful. I raised my hand and hit the mirror. Once. Twice. Three times. The glass cracked. Shards fell to the floor. I picked up the largest piece. It was sharp. Jagged. The edge caught the light. I walked back to the bed. I raised the glass over him. My hand was steady. My heart was steady. Everything was steady. He stirred and opened his eyes. He looked at the glass in my hand. He looked at my face. His eyes widened. Recognition dawned. We looked at each other. The glass was still raised. My hand was still steady. Neither of us moved.

I put on my sun-glasses and popped my earphones into each ear as I browsed through my RnB playlist and settled on Rihanna. I was enjoying the fresh air of the ocean breeze, and the warmth of the sun, when a ball came bouncing into my direction. I dodged quickly, avoiding the hit to the face. "Oh damn! Miss, I'm so sorry," a guy apologized and he fetched his ball. "It's okay. I didn't get hit." "You would have sued me over a ball?" "Oh please, I'm not that petty." I removed my sun-glasses to get a better look. He was very fit, with a visible six-pack. He was only only his beach shorts, a tempting sight for sore eyes indeed.

"I'm new. I don't want to leave. Like you said earlier, I might get expelled." "That was an exaggeration." "Anyways. It's big trouble. I'm not ready for... Besides, I won't let you ruin someone's reputation for your own pleasure." "You won't let me? Haha"He snickered. "Please don't."Gosh! It's been a long time since I begged someone. "That."He gestured to my glasses. "Remove it." He's weird. What does my glasses have to do with...? "I can't see without them."

My attention turned to the man in front of me, panting as he smirked before he launched at me. I quickly dodged his attack, and without thinking, I threw a punch on his face, and I didn't miss. The punch went so hard that his glasses flew away. “Dang it,” I moaned as I clenched my fist in my other hand. Geez, was his face made out of rock or what? My hand felt like I had smashed it on a rock. I watched the man groan, and he tried to attack me again. This time, I was prepared, and my body shook with adrenaline. I struck him hard on the jaw with all my strength, throwing punches.

He looked back at me. “But I became certain the day he broke my nose.” He said it so plainly, like he was describing the weather. “It wasn’t an ordinary punch from a strong guy. It felt like getting slammed by a moving vehicle. I’ve been hit before—this was different. The force didn’t match his build. The physics were off. And his eyes… in that split second, they weren’t completely human.” He gave a small, tired shrug. “That’s not normal. So I started digging into things that aren’t supposed to be normal.”

they started it by kidnapping me, so. "Here, have this," the guy without specs, extended a bottle of water towards me. I eyed it for a second, then, smacked it away from me. "Geez, you are feisty, just as I remember you to be," the specs guy grinned at me. Uh...what the hell? "Dude, are you sure those glasses are doing their job right?" I asked him. His eyebrows furrowed and he wiped at the lens with his hands. Idiot.

“You want to throw a punch at me, and actually make contact this time? Or do you just hit women who have their backs turned?” “Fuck you,” the guy said thickly through a bloody nose. “Come on, then.” He picked up a beer glass from the table next to him and flung it at Curtis, who avoided it easily and without a second of thought: years of military training had given him lightning-quick reflexes. He turned to see where the glass ended up, though, and that’s when he saw Gabi. She was standing against the wall, standing well back. The beer glass was headed straight for her face, and she looked frozen in shock.

Who wasn't afraid of a gun? Damn it. The man with glasses nearly slapped himself twice, thinking, 'Am I cursed or something? I just said he didn't have a gun, and he immediately pulls one out to embarrass me.'

he hissed as he yanked the glasses from my face. “No!” I bellowed. “The light is blinding. I did as you asked. I watched the scenes you presented. Now, give me back the glasses.” “You watched the scenes without delivering any amount of emotion in return,” he complained. “A few tears and an orgasm are not enough. You cheated me. You do not deserve the glasses. Nor do you deserve clean air.”

He reached out his hand to rub my hair and said, "Don't be afraid. I'm not shortsighted." Only then did I get in his car with ease. This house was on the edge of the outer ring road of the City. The price of a quiet house in such a place surely was high. I couldn't help but ask, "If you aren't shortsighted, why do you wear glasses?" Oogway focused on driving so I figured he didn't hear my question. I didn't care about it neither did I intend to ask again however I heard him say after a while, "I look fierce. If I don't wear glasses, I may scare little kids."