Glasses Stories Novels & Stories

Immediately, I started to stutter, "Uh, I'll just go get the food now…" "Why are you not wearing your glasses?" Was the first thing he asked. I touched my face, and yeah, my glasses were absent. I always wore them since I lost my memories. At 17, I had always believed that my glasses were a part of me, well, until I met 'the mean girls'. Now, I had regained everything, and at 22, I did not really care much about wearing my glasses all the time.

I was puzzled—and flustered, because Rum was scrutinizing my face for flaws, and I felt like I had many because I had no time for a meticulous skincare routine. "Contact lens." Rum concluded in the tone of a doctor giving his diagnosis. I blinked furiously. Contact… lens? "You need to ditch those fugly glasses—." "No!" I pushed at him and stood. He swiftly followed suit and grabbed my wrists to stop me from going anywhere. "Did your parents get you those glasses?" "No," I replied almost instantly. "Excellent! They've got no sentimental value. You can lose them—." He tried to take them off me. But I swayed my face back, away from his hands. "No, Rum! Stop it. I need these glasses to see!"

That homicidal glare returned. "Are you familiar with the term "shatterproof glass"? You can't shatter it no matter how hard you try. So please don't attempt anything amusing, and let's get to work!" He went away from the glass, picking up his spectacles and putting them on. He turned to gaze at Cora, who was still caressing the glass frames as if she wanted to reach for the necklace, he smirked and shook his head sideways. She was certain she would go to any length to reclaim her necklace.

But this voice, I feel like I’m going insane. “Can I use the bathroom?” I ask and my teacher waves me out of the room. I dash out the door and head into the bathroom, quickly checking the stalls to see if anyone else is in there. Once I know I’m alone I take off my glasses and stare at myself in the mirror. One electric green eye and one electric blue eye stared back at me. I look unnatural and I wonder if I will lose my sight like some of the doctors told me. 'They are a gift from the Goddess. Why do you cover them? You should be proud.'

Her expression had changed from neutral to wary. "One warning, Travelers," she said. "The Sea of Glass reflects the truth. If you bring a lie into the city, the glass will crack. And if the glass cracks... the city sinks." Cian stepped onto the dock first. As his foot touched the crystal, a loud SNAP echoed through the harbor. A tiny, hair-line fracture appeared in the glass right under his heel. Cian froze. "I didn't do it! I promise!" I looked at the crack, then at my son. The golden light in his eyes was swirling, darker than usual. He wasn't lying, but he was hiding something. Something he had found in the desert.

I quivered there. "Oh, that's amazing," Carter groaned. "Now you have to lick your glasses clean," purred Natalie. "Oh, you're so lucky that you have glasses!" "Really?" I gasped in shock as I straightened. My tits slid off his lap. "Oh, yes, it's one of the joys in having myopia," purred Ms. Waters. "I love licking men's jizz off my glasses, and they love it. Really turns them on." I was learning so much today.

DEA It was my fault. I should have paid attention and seen exactly where I was walking. Then again, I would have been able to see better if I knew where my damn glasses were. I was in a rush and my mind was so preoccupied that I had left my apartment without them. It was for that very reason I always kept a spare set in my handbag. One could tell this wasn't my first time displacing my glasses. You'd think I would have learned my lesson considering I had worn them for the majority of my life. I thought getting contact lenses would help my cause but they only made things worse. They were a pain to put in and take out—but beauty was pain and I, apparently, liked to suffer.

I say after we remembered one time when we all went out to a club and ran away before we caused a fight. He pours me more coke and adds a slice more of lemon. "Indeed, that would be a crazy fun idea. But I thought you were avoiding those kinds of places," He points out as he looks at me. "You have become nerdier." I giggle and adjust my glasses, then remove them. "I only wear them because my eyes get tired after being in front of computers so much when I am working with some school papers, and reading for an absurd amount of time," I laugh about it myself. "I could get rid of them and still see perfectly fine. But it also works as a defense mechanism; idiots don't come after smarty girls." 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.

He quickly throw the phone on the table and was about to ask her. However, he didn't expect that all of sudden, Anvika come back to her senses. She starts to ask him with a look of disbelief, "You used to... you used to wear glasses?" Nityam frowned and said, "You had asked me before and I told you that I used to wear glasses!" "Five years ago?" "To be exact, I stop wearing glasses two years ago. However, I am shortsighted. What's wrong?" "Do... Do you also have a limited edition watch? It was very expensive! Wait a minute I will show you the picture!" Anvika quickly climbed to get her phone and opened her photo album, found the saved photo, and show it to Nityam, "Is it this one?"