Glasses Stories Novels & Stories

“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?”

she said. "Will wearing glasses fix everything?" With a six-year-old mentality that needed instant confirmation of this new development, James enquired. "Glasses will help you see clearly again," said Dr. Martinez. "But you'll need to wear them consistently, especially for schoolwork and looking at distant objects." James experienced a wide range of feelings when he considered wearing glasses, from joy about the potential for improved vision to worry about standing out from his peers and handling yet another everyday duty. "What if the other kids think I look weird?" On the way home from the appointment, James

The rain returned like an omen. It battered the glass windows of Adrien’s office with relentless fury, a percussive rhythm that matched the pulse thudding in his chest. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one building inside him. He couldn’t sleep. Not after what he’d seen in Jonas Hale’s file. Not after Mila’s words "they told me the glass would show me the truth. But all I see is blood". And certainly not after the decision he had made earlier that night.

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:

I felt countless needles pierce my trembling soul. I wanted to rush forward and tear off Delila’s false mask. Moreover, I had so many questions for Kelvin. Were all our past memories nothing but a joke? But I could not do anything. I could only watch helplessly as Delila grew bolder. She reached out to touch the necklace around Kelvin’s neck. It was my gift to him after working three months straight. Just as her fingertips were about to touch it, Kelvin abruptly stepped back. He frowned tightly. A flash of irritation darted through his eyes, as if he had reached his limit.

A fight was what he wanted and a fight was exactly what she would give him. * * * And so ends book one of 'That Girl In Glasses' Please stick around for book 2:) Stay beautiful. XO, CJ 💚

If it was Hanin, Hanin would choose to laze at home after coming home from school. Jeno justifies the location of the glasses he wears, when reading Jeno does wear glasses, but when he is not studying he will take off his glasses. "Because I'm going to gain knowledge, add insight and improve my knowledge of the world. You can know anything through the book, therefore the book is referred to as the window of the world." explained Jeno, whether Jeno is conscious or not, which surely at this time he does not feel angry because his learning activities are disturbed Hanin, because usually Jeno will be angry if Javier or Juno come to bother him when he is studying.

Nafisa watched through the window as the city was rustling with noises. A particular girl caught her attention, the girl who was trying to set up the vendor for her mother was struggling with it. The girl looks moody. "What are you looking at babe" Hussain questioned as he inhaled the scent of her hair. She ducked her head away . "Out it"She whispered out. The butterflies in her stomach are disturbing, it felt like the time she is having them.

I adjusted the rims of my glasses and nodded, feeling its weight on my nose and ears. "You weren't with them when I first met you," she commented with her arms folded on the table as she focused on me. "I wear contacts sometimes. The glasses give a headache, and make me look too serious," I explained to them, but Beth shook her head. "You look nice with them though," she complimented, glancing forward with a grin as the waiter dropped our plates along with a bottle of wine. "On the house," the guy explained and left, moving towards an elderly couple seated opposite us.