Romans & histoires Kento Nanami Glasses

Serena nodded. . . . . . It took forever, but Naya was finally done dressing the human. Her gown shimmered in icy blue and fiery red, gloves to match, a small tiara glittering like starlight, earrings that caught every flicker of light. Naya styled her hair until golden-brown waves cascaded down her back. Serena looked like a queen. Exactly as Naya intended. But Naya wasn’t done. She held up a vial of glowing water. “This is enchanted. One drop in your eye, you won’t need those glasses ever again. You’ll see perfectly.”

She closed it back. Sumico opened again the second drawer. There were quite several usual stuff belonging to a young beautiful girl: several combs, several cosmetics, several stationery sets produced by Huangwira Enterprise, and also several mirrors, lipsticks, and contact lenses. “As far as I remember, Hanny’s eyes are alright and healthy. They don’t get any myopia or hypermetropia. So, why does she have to wear contact lenses?” mumbled Sumico to herself, slightly frowning her forehead.

“According to my schematic, the one on that floor is closed. So they need to go to the next floor down.” “How did you know?” I ask, curious as to how my new friend seems to know everything. Katelyn grins, bright and full, “Oh, these are my smart glasses. Aren’t they clever? They’re way better than the ones that other company makes,” she declares proudly. “They are lighter, more discreet, and they have much faster connectivity. Here, try it out.” She places her glasses on my face when I soon learn they are not prescription after all. Overlaid on the view of the elevator door, I see a complete map of the floor we were just on.

Aiora snorted in annoyance and then lay his head on the bar table because he felt dizzy. "Looks like I lost the start with you, Aiora." Nakita said as she drank a glass of drink and a bottle of Sunset Very Strong Rum beside her. "You want?" Nakita's bargain on Aiora. "Ah no. You won't be able to drink this." Said Nakita lightly. Aiora growled irritatedly and then handed the large glass she was holding to Nakita. "The glass is too big dear." Kekeh Nakita then asked the bartender for a small glass.

A stethoscope. I reached out with my chubby little hand. Without hesitation, I picked up a small silver pendant. It looked very similar to the one I had worn in my previous life. In my new life, my name was Nora Smith. At eighteen years old, I was accepted into Cromwell University with excellent grades. On the day I arrived at school, I brushed past a man. "Kelly?" That face… Even after being reborn, I recognized it instantly. It was Sean. He looked much younger than he was before he died in my previous life.

As soon as Nanako exited the airport, a young woman stepped out of the front passenger seat of one of the Rolls-Royce and greeted her respectfully, “Miss, over here!” Nanako nodded, but before she could get to the car, the woman had already opened the rear door for her. She closed the door for Nanako and returned to the front passenger seat once Nanako had gotten in. Nanako asked anxiously, “Kawana, did you get the ring I wanted?” “Yes!” The woman called Kawana, her full name Kawana Kurenai, was the senior assistant to Ito family. She immediately handed over a beautiful Tiffany jewelry box from the front passenger seat.

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

Matteo’s POV The static in my ears was turning into a series of sharp, rhythmic pulses that made the air feel like it was vibrating against my skin, and every time I blinked the colors of the room shifted until the shadows looked like deep purple bruises and the light from the monitors was a blinding, electric blue. My eyes felt tight and itchy in their sockets and when I caught my reflection in a dark screen I saw that the brown of my iris had vanished completely and was replaced by a glowing, unnatural sapphire color that didn't look human anymore.

Just her name, Derby, written in a precise, elegant script she didn't recognize. Frowning, Derby carried the box to her small kitchen counter. She sliced through the tape, pulling back the tissue paper inside. Her breath caught. Resting in a protective leather case was a sleek, lightweight pair of designer computer glasses. They featured a specific blue-light filtering lens, framed in a delicate, matte-gold titanium. It was the exact model she had stopped to admire in a boutique window weeks ago, off-handedly mentioning to herself how much she needed them because her current pair kept slipping and making her eyes ache.