Glasses Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Amie said. "Eww.. No. I'm not into nerds" I objected. "Just because he's on glasses doesn't make him a nerd" Amie said, adjusting her glasses on her face with a frown. "Yeah, you are right. He might just be having glaucoma" Gina sarcastically responded. "...And he won't be able to see me when I disappear from his life" Gina and I chorused in laughter as I uttered. Amie stood puzzled not getting the joke, attempting to adjust her Mia Khalifa glasses.

It made her stand out. I was surprised to see she wore glasses. Photochromic lenses obscured her eyes, but they seemed to be the most interesting shade of bluey green. Said glasses didn’t appear to be a prop or some fashion statement either. They seemed to be corrective lenses. What the fuck? Wolves didn’t suffer declines in vision.

Taking a seat gently and trying to behave herself Amber collected the documents that Alek pushed towards her, there was nothing in the first page as she turned to the next. "What is wrong with the writing I can't see anything!" Amber said out loud as she kept flipping the pages. "Need mine?" Alek said raising a pair of glasses and holding it towards her, Amber stared at the hand and not the glasses, it was veiny and his fingers were long was what was in her mind as Alek pushed the glasses closer looking up at him she shook her head as she actually took her time to imagine how he would look like on glasses, it reminded her that she knew nothing about him and she was about to give nine months

As him being a near-sighted geek, he still needs his glasses to make out the image of the street lights which he doesn’t remembered being there. All of the sudden, he felt his eyes getting heavy. Soon enough, he fell asleep with his glasses on. He woke up the next morning feeling exhausted. He sighed and slowly pushed himself up with one hand when he felt a stinging pain on his back. He paused for a moment, trying to feel the pain to its extent until it slowly feels bearable. He turned to look at the window and his brows rose when he didn’t see anything outside. The street lights weren’t there. He took his glasses above the bedside table, wore it, and went back to the window. His brows met w

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.'

My healer's instincts told me we would need every advantage we could get. Liza sat surrounded by towering stacks of texts, her glasses sliding down her nose as she referenced multiple sources simultaneously. The golden afternoon light streaming through my stained-glass windows caught the dust motes dancing around her, creating an almost mystical atmosphere that suited our grim task. The windows themselves told stories in colored glass - ancient tales of our people, of magic both light and dark. Today, their warnings seemed especially poignant.

Ruby made a mental note to take a swim the first thing the next day. The venue for the conference was absolutely beautiful. Ruby felt it was more of a gala than a conference. The flashing of cameras made her eyes water but she didn’t care much. For the first time, she had decided to ditch her glasses even though she was sure she wasn’t going to see clearly and she was going to have a headache later. Most people had suggested she got contact lenses but she knew she was hopeless when it came to them. One time, she had gone to bed with them in her eye and woke up with red itchy eyes. She decided to stick with her glasses anyway. Ruby posed for the camera as the photographer rushed towards her a

I didn't want to be humiliated, so I steered clear of them. I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes. My myopia was getting terrible. I needed to make a visit to my ophthalmologist. "Get back to work you two!" Francine screamed suddenly from the doorway. I jumped, almost falling off the stool. My glasses slipped from my grip and fell to the floor. Luckily, it didn't break. Anika remained unfazed beside me. She rolled her eyes and got down from her stool. "You know you don't have to scream, Francine." She muttered. "We're humans, not machines. We need some rest."