Kento Nanami Glasses Novels & Stories

Ayu snorted and started digging on her food. "Will Hera attend her classes today?" Jiroo asked without even looking at me and just focused on his own meal. "Yeah, she needs to, she already has a month left behind." I replied and sipped my drink. "Where's Nami?" "I'm here baby, why are you looking for me?" Nami asked from the kitchen door and made her way to the sink and made herself her own coffee. "Stop calling me baby, if Hera hears you–." "If I hear what?" I dropped the teaspoon I was holding when I saw my girlfriend strutting sexually towards me, wearing a simple white blouse and high waist fitted jeans and white sneaker, hair tied in a high ponytail and specs sitting on the bridge of he

She moved forward excitedly. "I'm an alien." "Did you look dumb in me?" He looked at the glass of water and then at Anahita. The glass floated in the air with the movement of his pupils and came in front of Anahita. She who was looking at him with all her attention suddenly saw the glass in front of her hanging in the air and followed her with lightning speed and took one look at the glass and gave a frightened look at it. "Nun ... no, but you weren't saying anything since yesterday ..."

I asked Nina. “I was torn between the black or cream” “I’m guessing cream would be a better color, it should bring out your eyes too and give you a less ‘I’m planning your assassination look’” I teased making Nina smile, looking at her through the mirror, I showed her a crystal set which Nathan and I had picked out for her yesterday at the jeweler, of course she was yet to learn about that.

Nina cried in anguish, and she did not understand what was happening. Nanami Vincent turned around, hair as red as fire, eyes as blood. She erased the magic that was present around her. Nanami Vincent wants to come forward, but she doesn't dare, she is afraid she will scare Richard and Nina, the two of whom are the people she loves the most. Nanami Vincent wants them to be happy.

She wrinkled her brow, unsure what glass was and how she could see her necklace but couldn't touch it since she was touching something else, like a wall. "What exactly is this? Is there a schism here? Why am I able to see it but not reach for it?" Cora spits and glared at the glass, while Sean grinned and moved over to stand alongside her, one of his fingers gingerly stroking the silver scalpel in his lab coat pocket. "Cora, this is laminated glass. Do not attempt anything amusing; it will not work." He grinned and turned to face her. But she was looking blankly back at him as he wrinkled his brows. That homicidal glare returned.

Neris's POV My eyes are gold. Not brown. Not the tired hazel I've looked at in mirrors for eighteen years. Gold, bright and unmistakable, staring back at me from the cracked glass above my sink, and by the time I blink they're already fading back to normal, like they were never anything else. "No," I whisper. "No, no, no."

Now his hunger had shifted to something far more primal. He had spotted her earlier at the exclusive rooftop bar in Roppongi. Aiko Nakamura, 27, a Tokyo fashion designer with porcelain skin, long raven hair, and striking dark eyes. Her body was a masterpiece — full, firm breasts, a narrow waist, and long, sculpted legs. She wore a sheer black kimono-style dress that left little to the imagination, the fabric clinging to her curves as she moved. Kenji approached her with calm dominance. “You don’t belong among the tourists,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “Come with me. My suite is private. The view is better… and I want to see what you look like when you’re truly exposed.”

From what I could tell, his skin had an olive tint to it, but it just might be the flashing lights. "Hey there crazy frienemies!" Ken came bounding up to our stool at that instant, her cock-screw curls in tangled disarray that didn't leave much to the imagination on what she's been up to and lipstick smudged all in the wrong places. Leaning over, she ordered the bartender for another round of shots and, once delivered, placed three suspiciously green glasses in front of us. "What on Earth is this monstrosity?" Ty scrunched up her nose.

“How much was that? Kenzie trailed beside her, holding her tablet like always. “$50,000 on glasses only.” Jacintha stopped in her tracks, “Just 50?” “Better than before”, Kenzie replied. “$50,000 on sunglasses. That's quite much”, Jacintha said quietly, she turned to them. “But who's counting?”, she let out a rich woman laughter. Kenzie laughed along, Jacintha looked at the men carrying the bags, they also laughed, exchanging confused glances. Then she stopped, they all also stopped.

Sarah, Anna and Priscilla were already three stalls ahead, trying on knock-off designer sunglasses like they were auditioning for a music video. “Naomi, come on!” Anna waved a pair of heart-shaped glasses at me. “Tell me these don’t scream ‘unbothered goddess’!” I laughed, though it came out lighter than usual. “They scream something, alright.” “Rude!” She turned to the mirror hanging by the stall and posed dramatically. “You’re just jealous I can pull these off.”