Novel & Cerita Hardy Blurry

Grey couldn't stop his racing heartbeat. Then, as Keyara felt her hair was perfectly tied, she turned around while holding the two ice creams. She was about to give one to Grey but was surprised. Because Grey reached out his hand toward Keyara's glasses. He took off the transparent-framed glasses and folded them in his hand. Keyara felt her entire vision blur. Her eyes were indeed -4 diopters, and that was enough to turn her surroundings into blurry lines and boxes, with fog obscuring the clarity of every object, including Grey's face.

"God,I can barely see !"Tikka mumbled. She went on a solo mission last night and well Along the run,lost her eyeglass Thankfully,the light from the sun helped her greatly... Her vision is not more or less than blurry. Her head feels so light not to talk of her hurting rib With blurry eyes Tikka made to cross the road. She continued panting kinda heavily with the briefcase containing some heavy currency Despite her bad vision,she stepped into the road. Since most of the cars are on side by she thought maybe he traffic light is red

My vision blurred and the music felt quite loud . “You look pale.” A concerned waitress said. “Are you alright?” I nodded weakly. “Yes—just a bit worn out.” But I wasn't worn out. There was a problem, something was wrong and I couldn't place my fingers on what it was. I poured a customer’s drink but the glass felt cold in my hands and my vision was blurry as I tried to focus.by blinking. I almost dropped the glass because it slipped a little. The older bartender next to me, Marco reached for it before I could put it down.

“GAH!” I groan out in frustration, rubbing my eyes roughly. “Stupid things!” Today is the team event, and my eyes are still shit. I mean, they are a little better every day, but still shit. What once was just near shapeless blobs are now blurry faces and formed figures. I can distinguish colors and differentiate between people. But the blurriness gives me killer headaches. Which, since I am a werewolf, there is no medication for.

I tightened my eyes and re-opened it, hoping it will clear my blurry vision. It worked. The first thing i saw clearly was the most handsome guy i've ever seen.. I've ever seen ?...I can't even remember seeing any other guy apart from this one in front of me so i don't know if he's the most handsome but damn ! this guy is more than handsome. His eyes are pure silver,so clear that i'd swear they would reflect my image perfectly if i got closer enough, his black hair is in a slight wave long enough to his shoulder, his high cheekbones and jaw seems perfect and his lips...Oh..my..

I calmed myself down and ease my irritation. My eyes are still sleepy and half-closed. I tried opening my eyes, but I couldn't see anything. All I could see is blurry pictures. I can't even identify what's in front of me. Whenever I open my eyes, it hurts. So, when I forcefully open it, they can't help but shed small tears. I yawned, stretching my arms and limbs. Grabe! What a euphoric feeling. I did have a good night's sleep, all thanks to these soft pillows, blankets, and bed.

All I fееl іѕ thе ѕtееl оf hіѕ grір when hе hоldѕ mу wrists together. The drugѕ mаkе things blurry іn my mіnd. Thеу mаkе me rеасt ѕlоwlу. When I trіеd tо fan a ѕріdеr оn thе wall so іt wоuld go аwау, mу hand kерt mіѕѕіng. I wonder if thе ѕріdеr wаѕ rеаl.

I said with a small smirk, grabbing my seat and sitting beside him. I watched him pick up his fork and dig in. The moment the food touched his tongue, I leaned forward slightly. “So? How is it?” Hardin squeezed his face like he just ate sand. “Hmm… too bland.” My smile dropped a little. “What? No way,” I said, already picking the fork to taste mine. “I made sure everything was moderate—salt, spices, everything.” I took a bite, chewing slowly, eyes narrowing. “It tastes fine to me—”

So I look like an idiot anytime I'm trying to get a look at something further without contacts or glasses on. "You ok?" Blake's standing to the side of the kitchen, a glass of water in his hand as he watches me carefully. He's studying me, not like a predator, but with curiosity. I push the bridge of my glasses back up. "Yeah, I'm just close to being legally blind without my glasses." I try to fan the pizza with my hands. "Ok, I don't actually qualify as being close to being legally blind but it feels like it sometimes." I glance back up at him, his overly handsome, sculpted, maddingly sculpted facial structure. He raises an eyebrow at me.