Novel & Cerita Glasses Stories

“These glasses were a gift from my mom. They shield me from the voices, and the nightmares. Without them, I’m afraid my powers could spiral out of control, and…I don’t even want to imagine what could happen.” “I like your glasses,” Nate complimented. “They suit you.” His words made my lips curl into a wide smile. No one had ever said they liked my glasses. “I thought these glasses would make me less of a freak,” I added. “But whenever people tease me, they somehow always bring up my glasses.” I gave Kylan a side-eye, and his expression softened. He glanced away, as if he couldn’t bear to look at me. I couldn’t help but wonder if the weight of his teasing was finally sinking in. I sure hoped

Good news no one tried to break in so I must have been being paranoid. I rubbed my eye only to realize they not only have sand in them but that I never removed my contacts. “Ow, ow, ow!” I quickly jump out of bed and run to the bathroom. I only put them in because its easier to cook bulk food with out having to push my glasses up or have them fog up. Bad thing though was my eye got incredibly dry and irritated when I wear them especially for long periods. Being a wolf are body doesn’t seem to like having something in us for long periods. How some got away with piercing I will never know. Then again, I will also never know why I am the only wolf who has glasses. I mean its totally find with J

And in the end I sat back on my bed waiting for him to tell my story this morning. “I had an accident five years ago. A terrible accident that damaged the lenses of my eyes. I was in a coma for one month after the accident happened, then when I woke up, I couldn't see the people around me clearly. The lens of my right eye got shattered by glass when I got into an accident, that thing which disfigured my right eye and required major surgery as soon as possible. Plus...”

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

But she only smiled and replied, “Maybe telling a story will reduce the fear… or maybe it will increase it.” She walked up to the stage and sat where the professor had been sitting just moments ago. The candlelight fell on her face — and her eyes glistened slightly, damp. Arya’s Story — ‘The Glass House’ “When I was seventeen, there was an old house in our neighborhood — people called it the Glass House. Maybe because its windows, walls, even the veranda were made of glass. But the strange thing was — no one was ever seen there. And yet, every night… a light would turn on inside.”

I poured another drink and placed it in front of him. He raised his glass in a gesture of gratitude before he took a sip. His striking eyes were glued to mine, having the confidence to hold an intimate level of eye contact like we were lovers when we were strangers. He cocked his head slightly, as if he saw something in my stare. “There’s a story behind those eyes.” “Is there a story behind yours?”

I fumbled to take them off, my hands shaking for some reason and jammed it on his face with some accidental, unnecessary force which made him wince a bit. "Sorry," I murmured, casting about for a change in topic. "But seriously, why do you wear glasses if your eye sight is perfectly fine?" Exhaustion flared in those electric blue beauties. "Think of it as a statement of some sort," he said, voice turned into some sort of whisper. "So you wear glasses to prove a kind of metaphorical statement?" I asked, incredulously. "That has to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." "Is it? Is it really?" He was walking now, towards the door we came through and I followed, trudging on to pick my ba

Because he was wearing glasses, his green eyes couldn't be seen very well. Then I waited until I figured he wouldn't say anything more before proceeding. " If you promise me that you would help my parents. I'll agree to anything you desire. And..." "And?" He raised his eyes to mine and removed his glasses. I was able to see more of his brilliant eyes, which led me to believe he was innocent. I'm curious as to how many women this guy can cause pain to, or how many individuals he can trip over. "I'd want us to have a contract for something I don't want to be involved with. I don't want anything to happen too soon." I tucked my hand behind my back and pushed myself to keep it in my grasp.

"I'm new. I don't want to leave. Like you said earlier, I might get expelled." "That was an exaggeration." "Anyways. It's big trouble. I'm not ready for... Besides, I won't let you ruin someone's reputation for your own pleasure." "You won't let me? Haha"He snickered. "Please don't."Gosh! It's been a long time since I begged someone. "That."He gestured to my glasses. "Remove it." He's weird. What does my glasses have to do with...? "I can't see without them."

He kisses my earlobe, and I shift in my chair in response. “I wear glasses.” He stops the kissing and looks at me quizzically. “You know, I was the only one in kindergarten class who wore glasses, and everyone joked and didn't talk to me. I have trauma, and since then, I only use them when I'm alone.” “I can't believe it,” he says. “I would pay to see you... in glasses... all beautiful, to me.” He runs his hand down the back of my neck. “No, no and no. You can’t make me wear them ever.” He laughs in my ear, and it makes me fall apart.