Eye Glass Straw Novels & Stories

In minutes the constables had it taped off and diversions were set. The glasses were so ubiquitous that Mac didn't think tracing their sale was even possible. They were on every teenager within a three mile radius whether they needed them or not. Still he leant forwards with a gloved hand and placed them in an evidence bag. Who knows, they might get lucky. Somewhere on the black plastic rims could be an epithelial or a partial print. The lack of lenses was curious and irritating, a prescription lens would have been something to go on.

Since Ate Mae already bought him a lot of bags, I turned around my gaze inside of the mall and I found books such as coloring books, story books and textbooks. I get one from each categories and put it inside of my basket. I continued wandering until I bumped into the glasses section. Since I am working from home and have online classes that is facing the monitor of my laptop all day, I am opting to buy an anti radiation glasses that will protect my eyes from the blue light. I choose a style and try it. The frame is big that suits my face really well. It has a yellowish lens and it basically means that there is an anti-radiation mechanism on this specs.

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.

she added quickly when I turned to look at her. "Yeah… it’s rare. But I’m an omega, and I don’t have a wolf." "Oh…" She nodded slowly in understanding. "So you have vision problems?" "Not exactly. I have migraines, and the doctor suggested I wear glasses. They help." "Oh." It was a lie. I wore the glasses to hide my eyes. My eye color was strange, at least, that was how people always described it. A strange blend of green, yellow, and red. Green was the dominant shade, dusted with flecks of yellow, but if you looked closely enough, you’d notice the faint traces of red too. As I grew older, my unusual eyes began drawing more and more attention. That was when my mother found a solution and gav

Perhaps he knew that he was in the wrong, for he didn't avoid the glass at all. Instead, he chose to face my rage head-on. As such, his forehead began bleeding after the glass crashed into his head.

The two of them stood up, clearly putting aside whatever disdain they held for Lucy. “Hold the glasses while I pour. And, Jasmine, put these straws in them.” Lucy shook a bag in front of Jasmine’s face. Jasmine took the bag and opened it to peek inside, her face reddening in response to whatever she discovered. “Not only did you have to get penis straws. But you had to get the biggest, veiniest one possible, huh?” Jasmine rolled her eyes, holding up a purple plastic phallic object that looked more dildo than straw.

Hearing this, Kane chuckled in a low voice, taking hold of Lani's hand. "So, you like me in glasses? Alright then." Kane opened a drawer nearby, took out a box of silver-rimmed glasses, put them on, and turned to look at Lani. This sudden action brought their eyes into contact, the proximity making Lani see Kane's long eyelashes and stern eyebrows. Indeed, Kane looked great in glasses. His eyes, hidden behind the silver-rimmed pair, seemed even more captivating. The square-shaped glasses also added a touch of seriousness and cold elegance to his mysterious and attractive face, making one unconsciously want to get closer.

Did I spend two hours staring at the wall? F*ck, I didn’t want to get up. No, I could still get some sleep. Just when I cuddled into the bed, Carissa got up, stretching her hands and yawning so widely that I could smell her morning breath. “Is it morning already?” she said, looking around for her glasses. She had this rare eye disorder. At least for an hour after waking up, she’d be temporarily blind and wouldn’t be able to see anything so she had these special glasses. She’d need to wear it for this one hour to see before her eyes returned to normal.

I leaned forward, squinting into his right eyeball as he pulled the skin out of the way. “Wait,” I said, hopping up and leaning across him to access my desk drawer. I pulled out my magnifying glass and tried again. It seemed like a tiny, black speck was partially visible next to his iris, but it was really difficult to tell. A little frustrated, I put the magnifying glass down and resumed my spot on the bed.

Hayden got me a pair of glasses. The lenses were thick, like the bottom of a bottle, but they actually helped. When I wore them, I could somehow tell if there were people or things in front of me. This prevented me from walking into walls. Everything still looked pretty blurry, like I had a lot of tape over my eyes. I had to squint to see through the small gaps.