Bisexual Glasses Novels & Stories

"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.

He said then abruptly left the kitchen and returning a few seconds later with a bottle of wine. He walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet with my dishes and pulled out the only two wine glasses I had. Which were a bachelorette party craft that me and Nikki designed ourselves for our friend Wendy’s wedding. He inspected them closely as he read the words. ‘It’s a braless type of night’ with the picture of a pink bra dangling from the top of the glass down the side. He placed the cup on the counter then picked the other one up and I instantly cringed realizing it was Nikki’s cup with the women’s legs spread into a v shape across the side of the glass that says, ‘This is baby making wine

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Anything positive about this situation. The dark tresses tickled the sides of my neck when he lowered his head to my neck. I trash against him and his hot breath brushed over my neck before his lips curved upwards into a sickening smirk then his rough and cracked lips connected with my neck in kisses. Bile lodged itself in my throat as the vision of the room swirled and I struggle more before I'm thrown in a vaguely familiar blurry world. My glasses! The bastard got rid of my glasses.

The tattoos along his back and arms shift slightly with every movement, like they’re alive, like they follow him instead of sitting on him. And then, glasses. I blink. “…You wear glasses?” He glances over his shoulder, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Sometimes.” I step in a little more, curiosity getting the better of me. “For what?” “Mild astigmatism,” he says, turning back to the stove. “Long hours, screens… makes it worse.” I nod slowly, even though he can’t see me. It’s such a small detail, but it makes him feel human.

No one knows the full extent of what these glasses can do, and that’s how I like it. To most people, they are just an accessory, but they do so much more than that. I created them to be able to access data I needed quickly, to scan pack members for weapons and lie it tracks heat reading. Occasionally, I use them to see Aurora naked. She could be wearing a hoodie, joggers and a dressing gown, but to me, she is stark naked. Not that I would ever tell her that, of course. She would accuse me of perving on her constantly.

“What is this-“ Like she could already read his mind, the second he turned the case around, there was a note attached to it. Slowly, he ripped it off and took the note, reading the little message scribbled on it. ‘Before you ask, I know you aren’t blind. They aren’t glasses for blind people. It’s to prevent you from getting blind. Haha. They’re blue light filtered glasses. You stare at screens way too much so when next you want to do that, put them on. They prevent your eyes but getting old and boring (we don’t want your eyes matching your personality, do we?)’ “What?” He laughed to himself, reading the note. “This is ridiculous.” He laughed again, slowly taking the glasses out of the case t

“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 .”

Then I remembered Bea (my PA) telling me that the milk I drank this morning was the last one. I really wanted strawberry milk. So, against all rules and risking the fury of my PA, my manager and my director, I rushed back to my room and pulled on a pair of denim shorts, a dark oversized hoodie and my special pair of silver glasses. I looked in the mirror and surveyed my appearance. My eyes, which were normally brown, were now black and my blond hair was now a dark brown. The glasses were magic, of course, and they work by altering how other people see me (which means my hair and eye colour don't actually change). I grinned. As long as I keep my head down, people shouldn't recognize me.