Lazy Reader Glasses Novels & Stories

Slightly academic. Cale put them on. He blinked. He picked up a brochure from the counter. He held it at a normal distance. "I can read the text," Cale said. His voice was filled with wonder. "'Glaucoma is a silent thief of sight. Ask your doctor today'." "Cheerful." "But legible. The edges are sharp. The serif font is distinct." "Look at me," Elion said. Cale looked up. The glasses made his eyes look bigger. More green. They softened the harsh lines of his face.

Mine glows too, but his reminded me of a certain humongous Lycan beast. “It’s not safe to sleep with contact lenses on, Miss Uneece. Aren’t you aware of that?” I was taken aback, and I bit my tongue. I went silent for a second. He is so quick to retaliate to me with a question, dodging my curiosity of him. Thankfully, these contact lenses are applied with a special glue that prevents them from moving around my eyes. The effect will wear off in a few hours. Mr. Lex, how cheeky of you. And those sharp eyes of his are really impressive. I'm starting to wonder if he is even human.

“Wait, how does that work though?” Lila asked, turning to face the man in the corner. He wore a pitch black suit and black sunglasses, blending in the shadows well enough even without the invisibility device that had concealed him at the tea table. “Eyes work by detecting light of various wavelengths to detect colours. This device works by taking an image and providing an approximation of the background, using cameras on the inside to smooth out the image,” he explained, lifting up an umbrella looking device from behind one of the table legs that had concealed it.

One more mistake that he has to amend. “Lauren… you …um… You look great.” Alex sutured badly and rubbed the back of his neck. Lauren didn’t reply but walked away from him. She held herself from complimenting him back. He looked cute in that navy-blue tux. His eyes were breathtaking without those thick glasses. She wanted to stare at them and admire their beauty because they always left her mesmerized. Alex was wearing lenses tonight, and the lack of his nerdy glasses made him feel exposed. His sharp features were not hidden under the cover of thick glasses now.

Aster had brought many items with him because he had thought earlier that they would go into the Lair by themselves. "I have some long-range sensors. We can use them as a second screen. So I can give you a pair of glasses. You can see all the sensor readings on the glass screen. It will understand your inputs by blinks and your forefinger movement. Move your finger as if you are touching the screen on the screen. Okay." Aster then started working on the instructions he said. He had then assembled everything and touted their working mechanism to the eyeglasses. He had thought of this idea way earlier but it was hard to maintain and work.

Eva was fully sympathizing with her now that her own sorrow for wearing glasses had run away. "Yes, until I got permission for contact lenses, I used to wear glasses and even now, when my eyes get tired, I sometimes wear glasses." Tasha replied in a normal manner. "But you still won't look as stupid as I do in these thick glasses." Eva was sad that at this age children start to be sensitive about their looks. "You don't look stupid at all, Eva." Tasha caressed her hair with love. "I like these glasses on you. You look cute. Haven't you seen how many celebrities are wearing glasses now?"

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

I say after we remembered one time when we all went out to a club and ran away before we caused a fight. He pours me more coke and adds a slice more of lemon. "Indeed, that would be a crazy fun idea. But I thought you were avoiding those kinds of places," He points out as he looks at me. "You have become nerdier." I giggle and adjust my glasses, then remove them. "I only wear them because my eyes get tired after being in front of computers so much when I am working with some school papers, and reading for an absurd amount of time," I laugh about it myself. "I could get rid of them and still see perfectly fine. But it also works as a defense mechanism; idiots don't come after smarty girls." I

And as he emerged from the bathroom, a trendy embodiment of youthful sophistication, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of my handiwork. But there was one crucial detail left to attend to—the black-framed glasses that had become his trademark. With a knowing smile, I gently removed them, revealing the true depth of his eyes for the world to see. I had noticed his short-sightedness matched mine, so I had equipped him with contact lenses, allowing his gaze to shine unobstructed by the familiar frames. The effect was transformative, his eyes suddenly larger, more expressive, radiating a newfound confidence that was impossible to ignore.

There is a huge mirror in one corner of the room resembling Klara’s and to it’s left has a three foot tall wooden table on which a 360 degree spectacles holder rack is placed. Hmm….here are the traitors. These glasses are the ones who deceives the spectators making them believe that Lucas is a decent man but in reality he’s anything but good. She rolled her eyes at the glasses holder and wandered around boldly as she took slow steps deeper into the room and finally landed her eyes on his bed.