Novel & Cerita Novel Glasses

Chapter 10 The shower he had was refreshing and he felt reborn, Adler left the glass shower with a satisfied smile on his face and a towel tightly hanging on his waist, accompanied with steam and heat from the glass enclosures. He was about to grab his other towel to dry his wet, dark hair speedily dripping endless tiny droplets but then realized that he had given it to his fiancée earlier because she was cold, and he had nothing else to think of giving her.

As he monitored his surroundings, he adjusted his semi circle pair of glasses. "Welcome to the library. How may I help you?" Noel greeted him. The glasses guy looked surprised, probably wondering whether Noel is a legit human or not. Even so, his smile was wide, full of calmness as he made his way towards him. "Excuse me? Is this place is by any chance, a library?" He asked the obvious. “Yes it is.” Noel answered, playing along. "May I help you with something?"

"No. Those ain't them. The ones I carried were taller. With gold rims." "The supply list from the Elysium's bar for that night shows only short glasses were in use in the V.I.P. section. There were no tall glasses with gold rims anywhere in the building." He set his pen down, the soft click loud in the quiet room. "How do you explain that, Miss Costa?" "I can't. I know what I saw. I know what I carried."

I stopped at a restaurant, placed an order, and headed home. My little one had her nose buried in books when I arrived. She was studying and wearing glasses? It was the first time I'd seen her with glasses. I approached, and when she looked at me, she suddenly took them off. "Don't take them off." I took the glasses and put them back on her eyes. "It's the first time I've seen you wearing them." "I lost my contact lens. I'm ordering another one tomorrow, until it's ready you'll see me in glasses. At least my prescription isn't too strong so I don't need them all the time," Manu seemed discouraged.

“These glasses are an obstruction.” He slid them off, placing them aside neatly, like fragile evidence. “Don’t wear them again,” he murmured. My eyes widened. “Without them I won’t—” He didn’t even let me finish. He strode to his desk, pulled open a drawer, and revealed a small velvet box. He flipped it open, and I nearly screamed from happiness. Contact lenses, Correctional ones. “Wear these from now on,” he said. My brain shut down. For years I wanted contacts. Glasses had always been an annoyance, fogging up, sliding down, making me feel like a malfunctioning librarian. And now… I was holding the solution.

she handed over her glasses; “so that air pressure and dust particles won’t sting your eyes more.” “Wouldn’t your vision blur?” I asked as I wore the glasses. Strangely, it didn’t seem to have graded lenses as I felt nothing weird like getting dizzy. “My vision is perfect. That’s just some sort of high-functioning glasses.” “High-functioning?” “There are four small buttons, two on each side. Notice that there are also two small holes with miniscule bulbs beside the lenses. Try it.”

“Dr. Martin made this pair himself. He will have two more pairs made for Miss Wilson by the weekend.” “Thank you, Findlay,” Victor said. Yes, thank you, Findlay,” I repeated and tried on the new glasses. I could see through them perfectly, but the frames were like no glasses I had ever worn. They didn’t seem right for me. Instead of the cheaper thick, black plastic frames, my new glasses were larger and made of clear plastic with golden accents. They were beautiful. But I wasn’t pretty enough to wear them. I took them off and sighed. “Is there something wrong with your new glasses?” Victor inquired. “If they aren’t the correct prescription, I’ll call Findlay to have the optometrist make you

It made her stand out. I was surprised to see she wore glasses. Photochromic lenses obscured her eyes, but they seemed to be the most interesting shade of bluey green. Said glasses didn’t appear to be a prop or some fashion statement either. They seemed to be corrective lenses. What the fuck? Wolves didn’t suffer declines in vision.

Aria I stood up quickly; the chair rolled back slightly. My hands rushed to smooth my trousers. I wasn't wearing my glasses, and my vision of the figure by the door was nothing but a blur. "Um…” I stuttered weakly. "I just wanted to…” the words broke before they could form. The door clicked shut behind him. He stepped further into the room, his footsteps slow and deliberate. "I never thought you were the type to admire material things," he said, his voice calm, almost amused as he continued closing the distance between us like he had all the time in the world.

Everything in it. She looked at Zoya. “You hate this family. You abandoned my grandson. You hurt him. You hurt Liyana. I don’t want your help.” “I’m not leaving you on the bathroom floor,” Zoya said quietly. She kept looking. Found it. The small prescription bottle near the bottom. She shook one out. Filled a glass from the tap. Held it out. Eleanor looked at it. She took it. Zoya turned the tap back on. Wet a paper towel. Cold. Pressed it gently to the back of Eleanor’s neck without asking permission.