Novel & Cerita Novel Glasses

— said the voice, showing me something that looked like my glasses which I couldn't see well because of my vision problem that I have had since childhood. Today I had to wear glasses because I did not find my contact lenses in the morning and I was in a hurry, because last night I woke up doing my geometry homework because I left it to the last, serious mistake. I don't like wearing glasses, I feel like I look strange, I don't get used to them and I don't think I'll ever get used to them, I prefer lenses a thousand times, even if they tell me they're uncomfortable. With my clouded view I could barely notice how he brought the glasses to my face and put them on. I blinked a couple of times to

she muttered again as she took off my glasses. I smirked meaningfully in front of her and immediately took my glasses from her hand. I didn't want to risk her breaking my glasses again because I couldn't live without it. I can't count how many glasses I bought during my schooling at Kirin because often those thugs destroyed them when they tortured me. But they're still lucky, I haven't really retaliated against them. I don't want to get my hands dirty again with a mischief like I used to. My life now is a second life that God has given me. So whatever it is, I have to live it better than before.

I glanced at my phone, where he had already called me five times, but I ignored the calls since I was with Sophie, who strangely hadn’t yet brought up the conversation of this morning, or anything related to Nikolai. It took less than an hour and my new glasses were ready, with my optician screaming her head off and leaving me with a stern warning that she wouldn’t give me new pairs if I misplaced this one. I wish I could tell her that someone took them, along with some other stuff in my apartment which was also missing. I adjusted my glasses, feeling weird but comfortable at the same time. “Awwww. See, you look absolutely handsome with your glasses.” Faintly I smiled at her. “Thank you.”

Can't believe my mum didn't even ask why my glasses were cracked. Derek walked closer with a small box in his hand and dropped it on the mattress close to me. He pointed down at it. "I got you a new pair of glasses, since I broke the old one." I looked at the box, then reached up and removed the little broken glasses from my eyes and dropped them onto the floor. My vision instantly went completely blurry. I couldn't see Derek's face anymore, he was just a tall, dark smudge standing over the bed. "I want to try something," I muttered, setting my phone down.

Chapter 10: After Midnight Lyra The library after midnight always smelled of dust, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of the climate controls that never quite conquered the desert heat. I had been there for nearly two hours, moving between the restricted ledgers with a weak-looking lamp and the careful steps of someone who expected to be caught at any moment. The troop-movement crystal from the catacombs had given me new names. The forged marriage contract had given me new connections. I was cross-referencing both against the older succession and finance records, building the next layer of the map that lived inside my coded ledger. My hands trembled more than I wanted. The day’s public h

he gushed. My cheeks almost heated up at the thought of Jack thinking about me all night. It made my heart flutter so much. "Where have you been all this while?" he asked with a smile. I opened my mouth to say something again, but he cut me short with a question. "Where are your glasses? I still recall you were wearing glasses that day," he beamed. "Contact lenses," I whispered. I've always been short-sighted, so I always wear glasses to help with my vision, but recently I chose not to wear them anymore after my mom introduced contact lenses to me. I love my contact lenses because my glasses often make me look like a grandma.

This one happens to be gorgeous and that's is a bad thing. Unlike the picture, Eli is in an extremely low cut which only indicates that he's gotten tired of his curly hair. His glasses are sitting on the bridge of his nose and Anna told me his glasses were specifically designed to be worn from 7 am to 9 pm to not wear out his eyes and cause further damage to his rod and cones.

I can feel him watching me as I move toward the windows, sipping my coffee and pretending like I didn’t just totally pry into his business… but he is in my room, sitting in my chair… When he doesn’t respond, I sit on the bed, toying with the book I almost started earlier until he interrupted, and… can’t help myself any longer. “I didn’t know you needed glasses.” He sighs nearby–a sound etched with a flicker of annoyance. “They’re readers, not really glasses–” “So you need them to read?” “Yes,” he deadpans. “Hence the name.”

"I see -- what changed into that approximate glasses? Disregarding sunglasses, normal spectacles and call lenses must now no longer prevent the strength of the mystic eyes -- Are you virtually implying that the enemy's glasses have gone through a unique remedy?" Anna tapped her glasses and requested. "That's my guess. Talismans are useless, boundaries are impractical. To steer clear of the mystic eyes, making use of unique remedy to glasses which stand in among eye touch will be the fine strategy. If that changed into accomplished, even surprising encounters of the mystic eyes may be defended. But the instructor had taken her glasses off on the time. That stated, it is viable the ones specta

Like smoke that can’t be contained. “I don’t want to wear them. Violet and Logan don’t have to and everyone makes fun of me.” Dad gives me a soft smile, his hand gripping my shoulder. “Kids can be cruel. Many made fun of me when I was younger wearing my glasses but they didn’t realise the power I have from wearing them.” he gives my arm a squeeze before taking his off and handing them to me. My nose scrunches up as he puts them on me and I see what he means. Like mine, the lens is made of glass. But what I see in dad’s glasses reminds me of the control panel on one of my video games.