Glasses Stories Novels & Stories

However I did find the spot where I saw the man looking. Someone hooked their foot around mine and I tripped. My glasses went tumbling from my face and the principal just went on to the other name. I sniffed, forcing the tears pooling in my eyes not to fall. I raised my body from the ground with my hands, using my knees as support as I began to feel around the floor for my glasses, the palm of my hands becoming slightly bruised by the concrete floor. Through my blurred vision I spotted a slender dark object that I assumed was my black rim glasses. Suddenly a pair of red stiletto heels stepped onto the glass frame. The crunch set a sickening feeling in my stomach and my tears fell. I grit my

"Your glasses are broken. Both lenses are cracked." He looked at the frames in his hand, then looked up at her. Without the glasses, the corners of her eyes were pink, and tears were welling up. Harley was speechless for once. "Great. I guess I'm done for the day." Cassandra looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. "I can't read files without my glasses." "Don't you have a backup pair?" Harley knew his last comment had indirectly caused the accident. He felt responsible. "No."

The worn pages of her old diary lay open on the bed. Each page written in a sloppy manner telling one or another story from those distant years. She didn't distinguish too well which ones were real and which were not, for her hand used to make up different stories from time to time to somehow let go of the fact that her life wasn't that interesting. Perhaps she had underestimated herself, though. She read. "Tuesday, March 4. I lost my glasses case again, and hopefully my luck will be good again and I can find them right where I left them. Mother couldn't buy me any others.

I thought he would have been healed by now. "Dan Products," he repeated and I nodded. Gosh he looked so hot in his glasses. He always did. He looked so hot he always turned me on whenever he had in on. One time, I begged him to fuck me while he was wearing it. You know how that ended - me, drunk in my cum and his glasses broken into pieces. It was no problem because he had enough to buy a million more. I shut my eyes to get the image off my mind. This was not time to reminisce about the past. I was done with Eduardo and everything about him.

Extort the money I’d have paid him to mate with me without doing anything but threaten to expose me, and by extension, my family. My fingers went numb and tingly. I could feel the blood draining out of my face, my skin cold and clammy. “You’re out of your mind.” My lips barely moved, and the words came out a hoarse whisper. Not very convincing. “I had—an injury. To my eyes. When I was a teena—” “Bullshit,” Pechorin cut in. “Total fucking bullshit. Any injury that left you with intact eyes at all would’ve healed. Is that the story you tell publicly when people ask about your glasses?”

I stopped at a restaurant, placed an order, and headed home. My little one had her nose buried in books when I arrived. She was studying and wearing glasses? It was the first time I'd seen her with glasses. I approached, and when she looked at me, she suddenly took them off. "Don't take them off." I took the glasses and put them back on her eyes. "It's the first time I've seen you wearing them." "I lost my contact lens. I'm ordering another one tomorrow, until it's ready you'll see me in glasses. At least my prescription isn't too strong so I don't need them all the time," Manu seemed discouraged.

And as he emerged from the bathroom, a trendy embodiment of youthful sophistication, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of my handiwork. But there was one crucial detail left to attend to—the black-framed glasses that had become his trademark. With a knowing smile, I gently removed them, revealing the true depth of his eyes for the world to see. I had noticed his short-sightedness matched mine, so I had equipped him with contact lenses, allowing his gaze to shine unobstructed by the familiar frames. The effect was transformative, his eyes suddenly larger, more expressive, radiating a newfound confidence that was impossible to ignore.

"No. Those ain't them. The ones I carried were taller. With gold rims." "The supply list from the Elysium's bar for that night shows only short glasses were in use in the V.I.P. section. There were no tall glasses with gold rims anywhere in the building." He set his pen down, the soft click loud in the quiet room. "How do you explain that, Miss Costa?" "I can't. I know what I saw. I know what I carried."

"I see -- what changed into that approximate glasses? Disregarding sunglasses, normal spectacles and call lenses must now no longer prevent the strength of the mystic eyes -- Are you virtually implying that the enemy's glasses have gone through a unique remedy?" Anna tapped her glasses and requested. "That's my guess. Talismans are useless, boundaries are impractical. To steer clear of the mystic eyes, making use of unique remedy to glasses which stand in among eye touch will be the fine strategy. If that changed into accomplished, even surprising encounters of the mystic eyes may be defended. But the instructor had taken her glasses off on the time. That stated, it is viable the ones specta