Novel & Cerita You Wouldn't Hit A Guy With Glasses Origin

One guy is fucking licking the glass, rubbing his nipples. “Cute”, Zak retorts. Lee walks up to the glass, pointing to the exposed nipple. Suddenly the man shrieks back, screaming. “What the fuck!!!!”. Lee chuckles, “old war trick. Glass conducts electricity pretty well boys”. Liam cocks his head, “didn’t know you were in any war gramps”.

he slammed the glass again, cracking another spot and making me yelp with fear. “Maybe your screams will brainwash me to fall in love with you like that disgraceful bastard did and opt out of the mission that I worked and slaved my ass off to put together!” he hit even harder this time, grinning when a piece of glass cut into the side of his neck and the blood spilled on his crisp white collar. I screamed at the horrific sight, my chest pounding with fear as I prayed that the bulletproof glass would hold much longer.

“Let me get your glasses.” It isn’t too far, so I reach them easily, picking them up by the temple. “Here you go.” As I begin to get off the floor, however, everything after that happens in slow motion. I step forward, hand outstretched to return Winifred's glasses, when I suddenly trip over thin air. I brace myself for the hit, quickly holding the glasses out of the way. Eyes closed, I prepare for the painful collision, but instead something extremely soft pillows my face, followed by a sharp pain in my abdomen.

Face buried in his palms. “That very day, I got broken that when Keith annoyed me I hit him hard on the right side of the eye so bad,” he sniffled and set his gaze on me. The look of disappointment and grief on his face was evident. “I see, that's why he uses glass,” I sank into the couch and place my palms beneath the back of my head. “It's all in that last now, so there's nothing to cry about okay?” I gave him the reassuring look and he nodded.

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.

The bartender looks at him, then shakes his head. “Another!” he hurls the glass at some obscure corner in the room, laughing as it disintegrates into a thousand pieces, making everyone jump. “You get it? It’s from that movie…the guy with the hammer…” “I know someone who’s hammered pretty bad right now,” I grunt as I step closer to him.

"Why did you always want me to take off my glasses?" His eyes shot from the laptop towards me. "Because your eyes look beautiful when you don't wear glasses. I am wondering why you hide behind them." "I thought glasses make me look more mature." I bit my lips. "Mature? To impress men?" I nodded. "It's not, Rubel. Your eyes have the power to make a man kneel, and you don't know it." I didn't know if it was true or not, but damn I could feel the power of a wonder woman making the men of this world beg for my hand.

As soon as I hit the floor, I felt a jolt of pain shoot up my spine, and it took a moment for me to realise that my glasses had slipped off in the chaos. The world around me suddenly became a blur, and I knew I had to find my glasses fast. As I scrambled on the ground, I heard a man's voice apologise for bumping into me. "Sorry it's my fault you fell, are you looking for something?" the man asked.

I glared on his eyes without even blinking it and I knew that it was making him more of a mad person right now. Without even thinking he punched the glass that was behind me on frustration which made me flinch to the high extent that I immediately saved myself with my both arms. After some seconds I could feel only the noisy sounds of the rain around me. I freed myself from the knots of my own hands over my face as I looked at his direction. His hand which gave a huge punch to the glasses was caging me and his eyes were dangerously gawking at me. “Why the hell did you do that?” I shouted.

"Women are complex, but when you understand the game, it gets easier." He looked at me with a mix of curiosity and frustration. "So, what do you suggest?" "Take off those horrible glasses for starters," I said with disdain. It was good to humiliate him a bit. Since I had to do this, why not have some fun in the process? He gave a humorous chuckle. "I know you're enjoying seeing me in this pitiful position, enjoying my expense. But these glasses are fucking prescription," he said, pointing to his glasses.