Bisexual Glasses Novels & Stories

I picked it up to inspect it, but unfortunately, I saw that one lens of the spectacles was broken which made me panic and I quickly wore the broken ones again. I could see the crack of the glass which was disturbing and Noah quirked an eyebrow at question, but thankfully, he didn't say anything. I clearly didn't have any vision problem, I just wore them to hide my identity. I did feel awkward to wear the broken ones again, but I had no choice. My light blue denim skirt had also turned brown, so everything just added to my ugliness and in the end, I didn't care because I was immune to all. "Do you need anything?" Noah asked and I shook my head. "Are you sure?"

I adjusted the rims of my glasses and nodded, feeling its weight on my nose and ears. "You weren't with them when I first met you," she commented with her arms folded on the table as she focused on me. "I wear contacts sometimes. The glasses give a headache, and make me look too serious," I explained to them, but Beth shook her head. "You look nice with them though," she complimented, glancing forward with a grin as the waiter dropped our plates along with a bottle of wine. "On the house," the guy explained and left, moving towards an elderly couple seated opposite us.

“Why are you so persistent? Do I look bad with my glasses on?” “Bad? Oh, Len, I don't think anybody could look as beautiful as you with any style you have,” I say as I sit up and put a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear. “But I see how you struggle with glasses and eye contacts. You can't deny that.” I have seen how eye contacts make her eyes watery and the way she struggles with putting on any 3D glasses if she has her glasses on. She can make her life easier, but her fear is preventing her.

He then handed him the plate of biscuits and they started eating "The glass of choice is an ancient possession Xavier. It is magical, mysterious. That is why it is extraordinary meaning that it only cracks for a reason and after that it heals getting itself ready for its next ceremony. By the time we choose a betrothed for the next king, the glass of choice will be already in good shape." Xavier sipped on his tea his gaze shifting from Zuri to the glass of choice then back to him

under his breath. “Can I please have my glasses?” she asked innocently. “Do you need them?” he asked, not too keen to give them back to her. “Yes, I need them.” His hand opened and he let her take her things. Placing the keys and chap stick back in her bag, she then put on her spectacles and he blinked again. The tinted lenses helped keep the first reaction down to a minimum and that was why Ceanna really wore glasses. Her vision was perfect, but the almost golden color of her irises was a major distraction for anyone who saw them.

Hated that it still betrayed her after all these years. Vivian Glass stood just beyond the red tape boundary, immaculate and unhurried. Black trousers tailored to cut like a threat, cream silk blouse tucked with surgical precision, oversized sunglasses still shielding her eyes even in the dim, diffused light of the stage. She held a slim tablet under one arm, fingers resting lightly against its surface as though Serena were already a line item in a ledger waiting to be reconciled—profit or loss, asset or liability, keep or discard.

Estelle hastily responded, “Yes, I need to get glasses. But I’m in a hurry. Any recommendations?” “What kind of frame do you prefer, Miss?” Estelle hesitated for a while, answering, “I want black-framed glasses. The uglier, the better.” The sales clerk was speechless at her choice. Five minutes later, Estelle put on a pair of black-framed glasses with thick lenses and an ugly design that made her look rustic and plain. Seeing herself in the mirror, she nodded and thought that she was “ugly” enough for the interview. It only took Estelle a few minutes to walk from the optical clinic to Only Love Jewelry. And she recalled the information that she had known about the company yesterday and prepa