Bisexual Glasses Novels & Stories

Megan saw his reaction and started to tear up too, she couldn't make out the people in the distance but she knew there was only one person in this world who could cause her husband to have such a reaction. She took an item from her storage ring and put it on her face. It was a pair of glasses with white frames that were filled with runes. Inside the frame was mana glass with even more runes around the edges. These were the new version of the zoom goggles that Xasha created, they were much more compact and stylish and worked better than the previous version.

Lambo continued standing hurtfully, feeling so bad with what she just heard. She picked the cup of water on the table and drank, but it's too warm, so she spit it out, and Sylvester came in with a bottle of water immediately. "Here" he gave her, and she took it, drinking it after uncapping. "Anything the problem?" He asked, and she sighed. "What's your take about bisexuals?" She faced him. "They're humans too, and I don't discriminate since it's not their fault, they didn't chose to be that way" he replied, and she smiled.

“Theo’s girl? I made a comment about her glasses…” “Okay what’s up with the glasses, though?” I blurt, throwing up my hands. “I thought they were just part of her whole look, but then I swear I saw her putting in contact lenses when we were getting ready for the bar that night…” “Right?!” Chase laughs. “It’s weird for a shifter! I’ve heard through the grapevine that it’s some rare genetic condition the twins have, but I didn’t know that at the time. I was just stating the obvious and Theo got all fucking offended.”

There was definitely no need for sunglasses. “And I don’t want you to,” she retorted, disregarding my request and still placing the glasses over her beautiful grey eyes. “You know what happens next,” I teased. “Your glasses break. You burst into tears. I console you. And my cock gets even harder.” “So you’re a sadist. You get turned on by others’ sadness.” “No, babygirl. I’m just… normal. I get turned on by being alone with a woman I want to fuck. You want me to admit it? Well, here you go.”

But this voice, I feel like I’m going insane. “Can I use the bathroom?” I ask and my teacher waves me out of the room. I dash out the door and head into the bathroom, quickly checking the stalls to see if anyone else is in there. Once I know I’m alone I take off my glasses and stare at myself in the mirror. One electric green eye and one electric blue eye stared back at me. I look unnatural and I wonder if I will lose my sight like some of the doctors told me. 'They are a gift from the Goddess. Why do you cover them? You should be proud.'

I cursed when an infected woman walked in front of me inside that room. My heart pounded and as I was about to ready myself to fight her, I noticed that she never went to my way. Instead, she walked to the other said. What is that? She didn’t see me? Shocked by what happened, I examined the glass and that’s when I noticed something different to it. I figured out that they might not see us because it might be a one-way glass or what we called two-way mirror glass, where I can see what’s inside, but they could not see me from there.

Or at least threaten to. I quickly turned on the heated seats and watched in shock and a little bit of awe as Ang moved the mirrors and her seat so that she was closer to the pedals and maybe just because God wanted to punish me and make me feel like a judgmental jackass - she pulled out a pair of black-rimmed glasses and gave me a shy look. "I um, have night blindness a bit but these help, I only use them when I drive, I think it's more of a security thing since my vision is normally perfect."

She wrinkled her brow, unsure what glass was and how she could see her necklace but couldn't touch it since she was touching something else, like a wall. "What exactly is this? Is there a schism here? Why am I able to see it but not reach for it?" Cora spits and glared at the glass, while Sean grinned and moved over to stand alongside her, one of his fingers gingerly stroking the silver scalpel in his lab coat pocket. "Cora, this is laminated glass. Do not attempt anything amusing; it will not work." He grinned and turned to face her. But she was looking blankly back at him as he wrinkled his brows. That homicidal glare returned.

he said. “Apparently,” Mia said again. He looked at Priya. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “For watching.” Priya held his gaze. “Thank you,” she said. “For being worth watching.” A moment. Then they raised their glasses. The wrong pair of eyes. The right everything else. The restaurant warm around them. The city outside. The night ahead. And all the nights after. All of them. Worth it.