Novel Glasses Novels & Stories

Yet, I saw how reddened and swollen they were, due to the long wear of his glasses. "Have you ever thought of using contact lenses?" "My glasses aren't broken." He is savagely funny too. "I think you'd look better with lenses. And that won't give you such a swollen effect. It looks hurtful, does it hurt?" He looked at me steadily without giving a response to my care. I loved the way he looked at me though— It was casual, bold, and unconventional. "Thank you for the meal. I'll make something better for us next time."

DEA It was my fault. I should have paid attention and seen exactly where I was walking. Then again, I would have been able to see better if I knew where my damn glasses were. I was in a rush and my mind was so preoccupied that I had left my apartment without them. It was for that very reason I always kept a spare set in my handbag. One could tell this wasn't my first time displacing my glasses. You'd think I would have learned my lesson considering I had worn them for the majority of my life. I thought getting contact lenses would help my cause but they only made things worse. They were a pain to put in and take out—but beauty was pain and I, apparently, liked to suffer.

I walked over and she looked at me and suddenly took them off. "Don't take them off." I took the glasses and put them back on her eyes. "This is the first time I've seen you with them." "I lost my contact lens. Tomorrow I'll have a new one made, until it's ready you'll see me with glasses. At least my prescription isn't that strong, so I don't need them all the time." Manu looked discouraged. "And why that discouraged look?" "Because I don't like the glasses." I laughed at her angry expression.

His eyes were intense pools of murky blue, but his words so gentle. I grazed my fingers down his length. “I want.” This was Joel, not his brother. “Not yet,” he said as he shifted, dislodging my hand so he could straddle my hips while palming my breasts. He pressed my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Suddenly, from a small receptor in my brain, I realized my glasses were on. “My glasses,” I said as I reached up to remove them. “No.” He stopped me. “They magnify your eyes and I want you seeing everything I do to you.”

I can't have other hunters finding me. She raises an eyebrow. “Well, you have a brain at least. Don't find many smart ones who still wear their gifts.” Then her gaze wanders to my gloves. The scales itch against my skin, but I won't take them off. Never. Vito gave these to me. “All right, I’ll tell you as a reward for being otherwise sharp. Look at the water.” Carita kneels next to the surface, turning her back to me. Doesn’t she see I have a knife? Maybe she's just that confident.

I grabbed the pyjama set and was ready to flee to the bathroom to change. “I was just surprised. I never imagined your sight would have any issues,” I voiced out my thoughts. He nodded, then turned back to his work. He seemed busy and did not seem to even have the time to tease me. “There is nothing wrong with my sight. They are blue ray glasses. I usually spend an abnormal amount of time on a screen,” he explained. His fingers were scrolling through something on the screen. He had a mouse attached to the laptop he used for easy navigation.

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. Alessia and Lucien were huddled over a thermal map near the shattered console and they were arguing about the fastest route to the central hub but their voices sounded slow and distorted to me, and the thumping of their hearts was so loud in my head that I had to step away just to breathe without feeling like I was being choked by the sound.

Reese pulled a slim glass vial from his pocket and smeared the reader with a clear gel. “Borrowed this from a friend in Munich,” he said. “Tricks the scanner into thinking it’s just been used.” The light turned green. The door slid open with a hiss. --- Inside was a chamber straight out of Mara’s nightmares. Rows of black server towers hummed in dim blue light. Screens suspended from the ceiling streamed lines of shifting code, the characters warping in ways that made her eyes ache if she stared too long. And at the center, on a pedestal of glass, sat another cube.

After everything that happened today, his words were enough to make me smile. “Let's go?” He asked. “Let's go.” Again… The check up was something that my absent mind didn't bother to process. Soon I could see clearer with the new glasses. Still, not perfectly, the lenses weren't precise, but at least I could see. “Your permanent glasses will be ready in a week or so. Until then, these ones will do.” The eye doc said and soon we were ready to go home. Home… But, do I want to go? Do I really want to face the memories of this day in the silence of my house? Hell no!

The glass shimmered like a chalice of possibility, its contents a symbol of our collective choice. Walking toward each of them, I offered the glasses with a steady hand, my eyes meeting theirs in a silent acknowledgment. "This is our best chance," I said, my voice carrying a mixture of conviction and vulnerability. "May this unconventional alliance strengthen us against the impending darkness." Sergio, Jake, Trevor, and Alpha Charles took the glasses, their expressions a blend of determination and trust. As the liquid touched their lips, a subtle transformation seemed to ripple through them.