Bisexual Glasses Novels & Stories

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."

I said, knowing that was the next part. "Yes!" she laughed again, her eyes slightly moist "My stepdad treated me so nice and I didn't wanna be the one to remind him of his pains" She sniffed, stretching a side of her lips. "I couldn't go for contact lens as I had a phobia for it and it was expensive, so I opted for thick glasses and sometimes black shades" She bit her lip for a second before she went on. "The glasses worked. It helped to slightly conceal the colour of my eyes and avoid dramas" She sounded like she wasn't the one who had gone through the emotional distress but the sharpness in her voice would not deceive me. She was hurt and I knew it.

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.

My eyes felt tight and itchy in their sockets and when I caught my reflection in a dark screen I saw that the brown of my iris had vanished completely and was replaced by a glowing, unnatural sapphire color that didn't look human anymore. Alessia and Lucien were huddled over a thermal map near the shattered console and they were arguing about the fastest route to the central hub but their voices sounded slow and distorted to me, and the thumping of their hearts was so loud in my head that I had to step away just to breathe without feeling like I was being choked by the sound.

“And not just by me. There’s someone inside this clinic who doesn’t want you to remember. They erased Jonas’s footage. They altered his file. They’ve tampered with yours too.” Mila swallowed hard. “So what now?” He met her gaze. “Now, we find out who.” Mila looked at the intake form again, and then at the red smear still faintly staining her palm. Then, softly, “They told me the glass would show me the truth. But all I see is blood.” Adrien stood. “Maybe it’s time to stop looking through the glass…” He reached for the file again. “…and start breaking it.”

Reese pulled a slim glass vial from his pocket and smeared the reader with a clear gel. “Borrowed this from a friend in Munich,” he said. “Tricks the scanner into thinking it’s just been used.” The light turned green. The door slid open with a hiss. --- Inside was a chamber straight out of Mara’s nightmares. Rows of black server towers hummed in dim blue light. Screens suspended from the ceiling streamed lines of shifting code, the characters warping in ways that made her eyes ache if she stared too long. And at the center, on a pedestal of glass, sat another cube.

The bonnet covering the hair didn't make it any easier. Josephine had blue eyes, but there were two girls here with that eye color. God, please tell me she made it. We'd be leaving any moment. I'd just finished emptying my cart when a shimmer snagged my eye. It was the back of a shelf door. Instead of wood, it was designed with glass. It definitely wasn't designed to be a mirror, but right now it was one. I stood rooted, caught by the eyes staring back at me above the mask. They were black. Not green.

He wondered the question. “No. In fact it’s the opposite. My scores are high so I’ll have to retake it. It’s amazing.” I hate the promise. It adjusted his mirror, as thick as that of That fugly woman, just square in shape. “Are your eyes really blurred? Or is it just a shape?” “It has a grade,” he said. “I don’t like glasses. It’s a barrier every time I kiss.” “But it’s up to you. At least, you really need you. It’s not like when others were just formed when they made you look good.

it is already working. "yeah, but the only sad thing is that when dr. Victoria told me you had to wear glasses I had seen these super cool frames which had superman imprints on the legs, now we don't have to buy it." I said giving him a fake sad expression and then went to refill his glass of juice. "Bella wait." my smile couldn't get any bigger but when I looked at him I had a confused expression. "Yeah?" "I want those glasses." "But you just said you didn't."

My words hung and I raised a brow, glancing at him. Sebastian chuckled, “It does have a purpose, you freak,” he jests and grabs it from me while he explains, “My eyesight may not be poor as a werewolf but the downside is that my senses are too sharp instead. It is too overwhelming,” he says, “The glasses help me focus, especially in deep reading.” “Thought you just wanted to flex your good looks,” I snidely replied, crossing my arms with a smirk. “Uhuh,” he grinned, “Didn’t know you have a thing for specs, baby.”