Bisexual Glasses Novels & Stories

he agreed without hesitation and moved back as far as I wanted him to. He stared at me intensively, making me flustered. I had to take a couple of deep breaths to regain composure and concentrate on casting a spell. I placed my hands above the pile of crystal pieces and closed my eyes. When I opened them, the glasses slowly started rebuilding themselves, piece by piece, like they were three-dimensional puzzles. With a final piece attached, the shattered glass merged together, looking like it had never been broken. I smirked and lifted one glass, then looked at Samil confidently. He was smiling. I had never seen him genuinely smiling like that. Yet, there was something sorrowful about that sm

Wanting to be clear, I added, "But I'd be perfectly fine with just one or the other." He pondered deeply. Confusion etched across my face, I asked, "If you never want to bottom, let me know now." "I want to," he asserted firmly. "Definitely." His jaw clenched, his abs tensed. "I'm considering which one you prefer more and if I've ever been selfish—" "Stop right there," I interjected, swiftly finding a way to explain. "You're bisexual—" "Am I?" he joked. That smartass remark made me roll my eyes, but I continued, "You're committed to me. You don't need a girl. But you're attracted to girls. It's the same for me. I like both, but I'd be content with just one forever. Understand?"

His hand left my back and he slowly removed his glasses. Hell. I didn't think I could breathe again. His eyes were crystal blue. No, green. I sucked in a breath as the colors captivated me. They were both. One eye blue and the other green. He wiped tears from my cheek with one finger as I stared in amazement. "Can I put my glasses back on?" Another slight grin came with the question. No he wasn't model material good looking, but his eyes were stunning. "Why would you cover those?" God, they were beautiful.

I can feel him watching me as I move toward the windows, sipping my coffee and pretending like I didn’t just totally pry into his business… but he is in my room, sitting in my chair… When he doesn’t respond, I sit on the bed, toying with the book I almost started earlier until he interrupted, and… can’t help myself any longer. “I didn’t know you needed glasses.” He sighs nearby–a sound etched with a flicker of annoyance. “They’re readers, not really glasses–” “So you need them to read?” “Yes,” he deadpans. “Hence the name.”

Blake asked, looking worried. “Hope you didn’t hit your body anywhere?”the twins asked at the same time. “Not at all.” I shook my head quickly. “I held the sink before falling completely, but the glasses cracked.” “Okayyy.” June nodded slowly. “This one still looks good on you though.” She tilted her head, still staring at my face carefully. “I’m just surprised by your sudden interest in glasses. Ever since you started this job, they’ve never really been your thing.” I swallowed hard.

My breath shook, chest rising and falling too fast. Then he paused. His forehead pressed to mine, lips touching the tip of my nose gently. The sudden tenderness threw me off-balance. My skin felt hot, and embarrassingly… watery. His fingers slid up, touching the frame of my glasses. “I can’t…” he whispered. I blinked. “What?” Had he finally seen how ugly I was and now…oh no! Shit! My mind was spinning with different thoughts. “I have a gift for you,” he said simply. “These glasses are an obstruction.”

"Yeah, I bet you'd have been the main topic of discussion among girls instead of Mr. Morris and Asher if you wore these ridiculous glasses to school today. Honestly, your whole reputation would have got ruined." "What should I do? Doctor told me to compulsorily wear glasses. Otherwise, I'm gonna suffer from severe headache." "Wearing glasses is okay. But why couldn't you select some sexy-looking pair? You know, like the type all those actors wear." "Honestly Ann, I'm broke. Those glasses are all costly." "But you had money to spend at Bar," I cross my hands across my chest. He leaves an irritated sigh. "You know what, I don't care if girls think I look ridiculous in these glasses. In fact, i

"Why do you use glasses when one of the characteristics of an alpha is a super sense of sight?" A big smile that is almost blinding charges through his face. "My glasses aren't for sight, but for something else, an experiment we were carrying out at the Vixon's industry. I see perfectly without them as you can see." he clarifies, "Nice eyes you've got there though." Oh. My eyes drop and my cheeks burn at his compliment which seems to have a double meaning to it.

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“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”