Novel & Cerita Glasses Stories

“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 .”

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.

“You do clean up nice. Nice. No professor glasses today” I just rolled my eyes just then. What was I thinking asking him in the first place. “I only wear those when I want to really get the details of what I’m doing! And they’re not professor glasses.” After our call the last time, it took a whole lot to stop the ‘storm caller’ jokes. But the glasses ones? He didn’t seem to be letting them go any time soon. “Oh really now? You don’t need to really get the details of this hangout? I thought you wanted new friends? how is that going to happen if you can’t see them?”

“And not just by me. There’s someone inside this clinic who doesn’t want you to remember. They erased Jonas’s footage. They altered his file. They’ve tampered with yours too.” Mila swallowed hard. “So what now?” He met her gaze. “Now, we find out who.” Mila looked at the intake form again, and then at the red smear still faintly staining her palm. Then, softly, “They told me the glass would show me the truth. But all I see is blood.” Adrien stood. “Maybe it’s time to stop looking through the glass…” He reached for the file again. “…and start breaking it.”

The house was still loud. Gabby was explaining to Kendra that princesses were also allowed to have personal assistants. Al asked whether a whale shark could have a lawyer. Kendra said maybe if he passed the bar exam. Gabby said whale sharks couldn’t drink at bars because he was a baby. I held back a smile as I stirred the sauce. My phone vibrated on the counter. I glanced at it. New email. From: Lorenzo Bianchi Subject: Security Protocols — Project Glass House Below it, the short preview:

He stared intently at my face; the contempt and disdain in his eyes was long replaced by shock and disbelief. Just then, the doctor walked in holding an autopsy report, his tone tinged with regret. “This is Carol’s autopsy report. “Her chest cavity was pierced by glass shards, directly rupturing her heart. “The wound appeared minor on the surface, but the damage was severe, leading to massive post-injury bleeding. “If she had received timely medical attention, she could have survived. What a pity...” “Heart... pierced...” Mom murmured these words repeatedly, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.