Eye Glasses Glue Novels & Stories

I ramble on as I head into the bathroom. I grab some eyedrops and the spare colored contacts I keep hidden. I grab one out and let it soak in the solution from the eye drops in the contacts container. Taking a deep breath, I peeled the bandages from my eye. This was going to hurt a lot. I put some eye drops in my eye. It burned so badly. I let out a hiss of pain. Fuck, that sucked.

Same average brown hair, brown eyes, and dark eyebrows. "Nope," I responded. His eyes rotated in their sockets as he let out an exasperated puff of air. "No contacts." I hadn't even realized he'd worn contacts. "So?" He heaved another sigh. "Don't you see? I don't need glasses or contacts anymore. It was the strangest thing. When I put my contacts in this morning, it made my vision worse. My grandma is taking me to the eye doctor today, but I swear I can see just fine. Weird! Right?"

He explained and crouched so he could be at eye level with me where I sat. “ Whatever,” I sulked and he smiled. I glanced at him and he was wearing his glasses! The one with the Golden frame that he used to wear in high school. “ What’s wrong? You don’t like the glasses?” “ Umm, why are you suddenly wearing those?” I asked nervously and he sighed while admiring my painting. “ a lady told me my eyes were beautiful so I thought I should let my eyes rest a little from contacts. Apparently, she’s not impressed with my alternative.”

Years ran down from the side of my eyes. When I opened and lifted my injured foot I saw a long glass piece penetrate through the rubber palm shoe. It was getting covered by the rolling red blood on its surface. Leaning against some boxes I brace myself and pull the glass out with all my myths. I could feel the glass was retreating but still it was deep. With a final pull I was successful to get it out of my wound. It was coated in my blood. I laced the glass piece inside a box so I didn't hurt myself any more.

His eyes were intense pools of murky blue, but his words so gentle. I grazed my fingers down his length. “I want.” This was Joel, not his brother. “Not yet,” he said as he shifted, dislodging my hand so he could straddle my hips while palming my breasts. He pressed my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Suddenly, from a small receptor in my brain, I realized my glasses were on. “My glasses,” I said as I reached up to remove them. “No.” He stopped me. “They magnify your eyes and I want you seeing everything I do to you.”

“Then we’ll just have to make the best of it.” The League turned abruptly at Sheels whose eyes were squinted at the approaching danger. She seemed to be calculating something, but what really caught Hera’s attention was the murky brown splashed in her irises. She used to wear glasses, but knowing what we’d be facing, she preferred contact lenses—at the very least, she wouldn’t be worried it would come off any moment. “Don’t take your eyes off the enemy.”

"Besides, you're a Pharmacist. What are you scared of?" I heard Cole chuckle lightly as he murmured to himself and went into the bathroom to dispose of the water he had used to bath me. "Exactly the same thing I told her." I glared at his retreating back, but had to stop when the action put pressure on the area behind my eyes and I winced audibly. The medicated contacts still in my eyes began to itch softly and for the first time in five years, I was beginning to regret ever lying about my eye colour. From what the optician told me, I needed to get them removed as soon as possible to prevent an eye infection but I could not do so if everyone was in the room staring at me with wide eyes and p

But the question was, why? How in the world did his personality take a 360-degree turn in one night? "A-Adrian," Claire worked her dry throat as she looked away, unable to match his intense gaze and tried to move back, "Leave me." "I will, but first we need to get your eyes checked." His words caught her by surprise, "What?" "Yeah. The eye drops you are using aren't effective at all, and if you prolong their use, they will cause more damage than they cure. But don't worry, I had booked an appointment. We need to leave." He continued nonchalantly.

"More than that—I'm practically blind without them. My prescription is over a thousand. Hard to tell, right? I usually wear contacts, so my face hasn't developed those permanent marks glasses leave behind." Renee stood there, stunned.

She rolled her eyes and headed out of the house, her father following closely behind. As soon as her eyes met the natural lighting of the day, they ached, forcing her to wince. She dug through her school bag for her glasses, but when she put them on, her vision only grew blurrier. Perplexed, she removed them and discovered that she could see perfectly without them. Just to be sure, she tried on the glasses again and her vision clouded once more. Frustrated, she flung them aside. “Why are you throwing away your glasses?” Arnold asked, confusion etched on his face as he approached the car.