Glasses Stories 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

His hand left my back and he slowly removed his glasses. Hell. I didn’t think I could breathe again. His eyes were crystal blue. No, green. I sucked in a breath as the colors captivated me. They were both. One eye blue and the other green. He wiped tears from my cheek with one finger as I stared in amazement. “Can I put my glasses back on?” Another slight grin came with the question. No he wasn’t model material good looking, but his eyes were stunning. “Why would you cover those?” God, they were beautiful.

I found one of the servant's small caps, this won't do. I sat back sprawled on the bare floor. How do I get past those guards outside, God? I'm running out of time. I was already at my crossroad. My eyes fell on broken pair of eyeglasses on the floor some inches away from my grasp. I stretch my hands and took it, it looks like a medicated eyeglass, I find a way to fix the glass back into the holes and it fitted it perfectly. I put them on, I had no mirror with me but I hoped I was not recognizable in them.

he says. “Then you must know the reason for my sudden call,” I say politely. The call goes silent for a few seconds. Then his voice comes again. “Yes, I know. It's regarding those glasses. How did you even get them?” he asks, his voice a little tense. My brow furrows. “I got them from the Moonstone Fair. A booth was selling those glasses, and Ezra wanted the star-shaped ones.” I reply. I hear his sigh through the speaker. “It's terrible that he had to end up with that cursed thing,” he says, and my muscles turn tense.

I didn't want to be humiliated, so I steered clear of them. I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes. My myopia was getting terrible. I needed to make a visit to my ophthalmologist. "Get back to work you two!" Francine screamed suddenly from the doorway. I jumped, almost falling off the stool. My glasses slipped from my grip and fell to the floor. Luckily, it didn't break. Anika remained unfazed beside me. She rolled her eyes and got down from her stool. "You know you don't have to scream, Francine." She muttered. "We're humans, not machines. We need some rest."

it is already working. "yeah, but the only sad thing is that when dr. Victoria told me you had to wear glasses I had seen these super cool frames which had superman imprints on the legs, now we don't have to buy it." I said giving him a fake sad expression and then went to refill his glass of juice. "Bella wait." my smile couldn't get any bigger but when I looked at him I had a confused expression. "Yeah?" "I want those glasses." "But you just said you didn't."

He just shook his head and smiled and turned to look at me holding the glass. “So, is it a baby making wine day or a braless type of night?” he smiled suggestively eyeing me. I burst into laughter at the question, and he began laughing with me. I close my eyes growing hot with the many ways I can act out everything the glasses suggest with him. Lord and the sound of his laugh was most definitely turning me on. What the hell was it with this man that made me get all weak every time he was close to me. “Ok so don’t judge those were gifts from a bachelorette party for a friend, my best friends Nikki, Wendy and I painted the glasses ourselves, it was part of a drinking game and we’ve been drinki

There were subtle hickeys around his neck. The caption read, 'The boss said this mirror belongs exclusively to me from now on.' I took a deep breath, but my stomach still churned with disgust. I had sponsored him three years ago. At the time, he had cried while begging me for a chance. He promised he would repay my kindness one day and become a man who could stand tall with pride. Feeling sorry for him and recognizing some genuine talent, I not only funded his education but also made an exception by offering him an internship at Zeller Inc.

"I hate your glasses." That hurt. Her desire evaporated. She had been teased and taunted over her glasses through much of her younger life. To her extreme disappointment her eyesight never improved before she reached immortality. "I can't see without them," she mumbled, dropping her gaze. Vincent reached up, slipping a finger under her glasses and pulling them off her nose. Immediately her vision blurred. "That's too bad," he murmured huskily. "You might even be pretty if not for these." He tossed her glasses onto the bed as if they offended him.

he gushed. My cheeks almost heated up at the thought of Jack thinking about me all night. It made my heart flutter so much. "Where have you been all this while?" he asked with a smile. I opened my mouth to say something again, but he cut me short with a question. "Where are your glasses? I still recall you were wearing glasses that day," he beamed. "Contact lenses," I whispered. I've always been short-sighted, so I always wear glasses to help with my vision, but recently I chose not to wear them anymore after my mom introduced contact lenses to me. I love my contact lenses because my glasses often make me look like a grandma.