Eye Glasses Glue Novels & Stories

"Don't be an idiot, Galen. Use the damn glue! Like I care about a little bit of skin at this point." "Right back." Jason darted out of the room. There was a clatter of footsteps as he ran down the stairs, then another as he ran back up a few seconds later. As he came back in, he held up a jar of rubber cement. "Dries quickly, rubs off. Should be perfect." "Remind me to increase your allowance," Galen joked. He took the jar and applied a dot of the glue to Lydia's forehead. "Can you stand the burn, honey?"

I ran the wipe over my nose, when I heard the door opening. ‘Busy,’ I said hoping they would just go away. I heard the door close and I figured they were gone. I wiped the sparkles of my eyelids. It was some sort of waterproof glue they used to keep the glitter and the sparkle in place. I get it, it would be horrible if we were dancing and a drop of sweat and glitter would come into our eyes, yet it was almost impossible to clean off. I opened my eyes to check up on my progress and screamed.

Instead, I just give a weak shrug and she huffs like she expected something more dramatic. Rachel hands me a phone. “Hold this. Watch the video. I’ll follow it step by step so your wig doesn’t fall off while you’re outside. And don’t blink too much, the eye contact might shift.” I hold the phone while she studies the screen and starts prepping the glueless blonde wig. The scent of the products she uses fills the room. She works with this focused expression, sometimes clicking her tongue when she adjusts something. She pulls out the contact case and tells me to stay still, and when she slips the lenses in, my eyes sting a little.

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.

"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.

”Ok Hun so your head has a gash but it’s easy to fix with some super glue, I know what you’re thinking ‘super glue who uses super glue to fix a gash?’ But I can assure you that it’s perfectly safe, and I’ll help you take it off when your head looks a bit better. Ok so I’m just going to glue this together, then you can go home with Theo.” I pulled my hand back towards my body thinking about my reply before speaking out loud.

"I don't know. Suddenly, my head hurts. The taste is about to explode." The man's tears flowed wildly. Luna tried to wipe John's tears with a tissue. At first, Luna didn't notice the strangeness that happened to John. Still, after seeing the man's eyes, John's eyepiece was not correctly attached, so it was about to fall off. Luna immediately notified John. "The lens of your eye is going to fall off," Luna said. John immediately put on glasses. "I'll fix the position of the lens." After that, John went to the restroom.

to me. I still felt uneasy that night, so I decided to drive home. After I parked the car in the underground garage, I heaved a sigh of relief. Surely Lyra wouldn't be able to drive my car away now. That night, before I went to bed, I received a call from the hospital. "Miss Willow, your eye exam results are in." My eyes had been hurting and blurry for the past few days, so I went for a checkup. The doctor said, "Your corneas are severely detached, and your retinas are also damaged. You need to have your corneas removed."

I decided to try them on. "These might work." I put on the reading glasses and looked at myself in the mirror. It seemed like a good addition to my disguise. If Rozzean asks, I'll just say my eyes have been getting blurry, hence the glasses. I needed to come up with plenty of excuses. "And you, my little mole," I said as I picked up my mole from the table. I applied glue to it. "Please cooperate. I am begging you!" I attached it to my left cheek and pressed it firmly, checking if it would stay in place. Thankfully, it held well. I hope this won't get me into trouble again!

This one happens to be gorgeous and that's is a bad thing. Unlike the picture, Eli is in an extremely low cut which only indicates that he's gotten tired of his curly hair. His glasses are sitting on the bridge of his nose and Anna told me his glasses were specifically designed to be worn from 7 am to 9 pm to not wear out his eyes and cause further damage to his rod and cones.