Glasses Stories Novels & Stories

And he’s smart, so those glasses fit his know-it-all personality. I like the glasses a lot. I like when he takes them off at the end of the day. For some reason, I like to watch him do that. Just… take off his glasses and rub his face. It’s hot. “I don’t like how people look after we give them explanation, like they still don’t believe us. It pisses me off,” he responds, bringing me back to reality. I blink, realizing I was totally eye-fucking him, “But whatever, we know we’re solid, right?”

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

“Alicia, take up your things and come forward.” Arnold was about to stand up, protectively, but I shook my head at him and took my bag and I went to the front of the class. “Look here, Alicia. Why are you at the back? They’re all taller than you.” He shifted his glass again as he asked me. I shrugged. “I have been there all this time, is there a problem?” He smiled, shaking his head. “Oh girl, You see the glasses I wear?” I nodded. “Well it wasn’t always on me. I used to see just fine, until I started to strain my eyes, you see.”

I added. “ Face your work. August,” he replied lazily. “Oh, and listen, the hum. Do you hear that?” I said, ignoring all he said. “ It's called a ventilation system. It's Security features.” He snapped. I exhaled. “They are security features, August. Mr. Hale's preference." “ Oh, my god. Security? in a glass house? Who are the watchers? Isn't this irony too much?" I said. "Him." That was the only response he gave me.

“You’ll see when you get here. Seriously, you’ll be saving my life if you hurry.” “I’m already on my way!” As soon as the call ended, I sent Nina the address and turned back to the girl behind the counter. She handed me several boxes of lenses and, after I paid, offered to help me put them in. I could’ve managed on my own, but right now I was desperate to get rid of my glasses. I’d gotten used to living without them far too quickly, and wearing them again felt unbearable. Blinking away tears, I endured the initial sting and finally looked at the world not through glass, but with my own eyes. The clarity—and the wider field of vision—were immediate. With deep satisfaction, I slipped my glasse

The last thing I saw, right after the sharp pain stabbed into the back of my neck, was the icy, emotionless face of my brother, Sean Lawson. When I regained consciousness, I found myself trapped inside a huge glass box. My hands and feet were bound so tightly that I could not move at all. "Sean, you know I have claustrophobia! Please let me out!" I kept screaming, my voice breaking as I begged. Sean did not even look at me. Instead, he gently wiped the tears from Wendy Roberts' eyes.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

He teased, "I have never seen Scar without those in school. How did you manage to acquire them without dying, hyung?" Scarlet's smiled faded as she glared at her friend. Sofia could practically see her smacking Timothy if it wasn't for Vantae. The said boy smiled softly, watching Scarlet huff in annoyance. He patted her shoulder before answering, "She could break them in her sleep, so I picked them. I wore the glasses because I couldn't think of a place to keep them." Sofia bid jokingly, "Are you gonna give it back then?" Vantae shook his head, "I am not. I figured that these are neutral and may as well use them as Scar does." Jamie slung his arm around Scarlet's shoulder casually, complemen

" He didn't respond, so I furrowed my brow a little and carefully followed where he was staring with my eyes. He was staring at the glass I was holding, which shocked me. Will he drink water, I suppose? He added gravely, "That's my glass," and I arched an eyebrow at him. What's wrong with your glasses, Sir? I ask. I carefully examined the glass, but I couldn't make out any writing that might have said, "It's solely mine, mine only." Did you run out of food before Sir Xander? I know, I just got a glass straight because I'm thirsty. "You don't have a name here, oh, then there's nothing exclusively yours or mine only." I know, I just got a glass straight.