Kento Nanami Glasses Novels & Stories

Mak said that laying a white crepe package with a picture of the salon logo that he used to come with Nia, the top of the table near his coffee cup. "Sorry, just said now, maybe not to deliberately go to the cyber that contains his clothes." "Yes, Mak, not a problem." He replied with the forehead that looked shaped the line when he saw the crepe. Curiously with the contents of the cyberbagry, Rerea immediately opened it. It turns out Nia's glasses! How could this item be made of Him back on Nia. Though he remembered all he gave together with a cycle-making cycle. He held glasses with a smile, it seems he found an idea to face the god, tomorrow!

Mariella greeted her; she responded with a curt nod. “Mr. D’Amano,” Noah stood, extending his hand. Mr. D’Amano finally removed his sunglasses, and I gasped. His eyes were a captivating, electric blue, devoid of emotion yet intensely powerful. They were like a cold, beautiful ocean, drawing me in. The atmosphere shifted as he scanned the room. His gaze lingered on me, as he found me. A sharp breath escaped my lips, and I quickly averted my eyes, feeling the weight of his intense stare; it felt like he could see right through me.

Coincidentally, a server was passing by, so Aurora walked towards him, took a glass from him, and gave it directly to Nana. Nana took the glass with her left hand and folded her right hand over her chest, letting the hand holding the glass rest on it. She looked around the room until her eyes lit up. “Bryan!” she lifted her right hand to wave at the person. Hearing the name, Aurora involuntarily stiffened, her hands clenched at her sides before involuntarily releasing them.

SatoTech tower pierced clouds, penthouse a glass aerie suspended in storm light. Elevator hummed ascent, doors parting to endless glass—walls, floors, ceilings framing the city like a conquered map. Kenji stood at the ellipse window, back predatory straight, midnight suit liquid shadow clinging to lean power. Dragon tattoo clawed from an unbuttoned collar, jet hair slicked ruthlessly. He turned, obsidian eyes locking, half-smirk curling scarred jaw. "Nia." Gravel-velvet timbre rolled low, accent sharpening the hook. "Your apartment. Uninvited guests handled."

I'll tell you, nothing. However, when I did as he asked, all my eyes caught were paintings of a beautiful and delicate woman. Porcelain skin, moss green eyes, and waves of hair that shared the color of the evening sun - burning red, faint freckles scattered all over her rosy cheeks. Jojo. Not one, not two, and not three. For some reason, I found myself smiling with warm cheeks as I stretched my hand to cover Kenji's eyes. "Do not look at those, some of them are nude." I spat out.

Nomo hissed, stepping forward. The woman in the glass laughed, a sound like a thousand crystal flutes shattering at once. She looked even more terrifying than she had in the laboratory. Her sapphire skin was now overlaid with a web of silver veins, and her hair was a crown of jagged glass shards. She placed her hand against the surface of the mirror, and the glass didn't break—it dissolved into a shimmering, violet mist.

Nico was nowhere to be seen and everyone was enjoying themselves to the fullest. Well,it won't hurt to drink a glass of wine.Nicholas is not around to watch me…It won't hurt too to make friends. I looked at the brown haired boy and took the glass from his hands and he smiled broadly at me. He sat across from me,"I'm Nomani,sorry I didn't introduce myself."He said and I nodded at his words. "I'm Amara."I introduced myself too.He raised his glass in the air and we cheered.I took a sip of the drink.It tasted bitter but soothing on the throat because of it's coldness.

She smiled, her violet eyes lighting up. "OH MY GOD YOU'RE GORGEOUS!!" Ver spazzed. It was true. Nanira was six feet tall, had gorgeous pink rose colored hair, rose red lips and violet eyes. Nanira laughed musically. "You're quite generous, Veraque. And adorable yourself." She ruffled his hair and he giggled. "A pleasure to meet you, Goddess," Salax bowed to her. "Thank you for allowing us to visit, it's beautiful!" Kira squealed.

It smelt like strawberries as I twisted the cap open, and I applied it carefully to my pouted lips. We were in mine and Samyak’s little cabin, clustered around the mirror Rosa had dragged in to my bedroom. She, as always, was waiting until the last possible moment to get dressed. Nami, however, was wearing an elegant bronze dress that clung to her torso and flowed loosely from her waist. Together Rosa and I, to Nami’s great delight, had braided a long French plait into her dark curls. The sun hung low in the sky, warming the dewy grass and the burgundy trees. The ceremony would commence at sun down, when the light was low and the mood was filled with the excitement of twilight, of change.