Novel & Cerita Novel Glasses

I shut my eyes in embarrassment and apologised softly, "Sorry for acting like a kid who is deprived of cakes and has never eaten one in it's life time." I heard him chuckling under his breath, his chest rumbling and I could feel it. My eyes fluttered open and his deep blue eyes bore into mine, displaying a hint of humour. My breath hitched since our lips were inches apart and I could see his faint freckles adorning his nose. My wig hair was like a veil around us, tickling his cheeks and my hands were placed on his hard chest. I bit my bottom lip nervously as we both stared at each other vehemently. I was feeling dizzy and found myself lost in deep hues of blue. "It's okay," Noah whispered an

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."

said Rubeus darkly pushing his rimmed horn glasses up . " No " said Chelsea looking horrified , if they didn't have any witnesses then Count Clodis will be the one who will win this case and as per the rules , Regulus had to lose his knighthood as well as his arm that he used to harm Wilson " What about the Cura glasses ? Don't we have them installed in the palace ?" Cura glasses were similar to cctv in the modern world except they recorded a three dimensional mirage of what happened .

There were subtle hickeys around his neck. The caption read, 'The boss said this mirror belongs exclusively to me from now on.' I took a deep breath, but my stomach still churned with disgust. I had sponsored him three years ago. At the time, he had cried while begging me for a chance. He promised he would repay my kindness one day and become a man who could stand tall with pride. Feeling sorry for him and recognizing some genuine talent, I not only funded his education but also made an exception by offering him an internship at Zeller Inc.

The third thing I register is the glasses. He is wearing them. Actually wearing them, perched on the bridge of his nose, the black frames catching the hallway light, turning his grey eyes into something softer behind the lenses, something close and readable in a way I have never in my life associated with Nicholas Blackwood. He looks like a man who just put down a book. He looks like he should be holding a cup of tea. He looks, and this is the part I am going to have to reckon with later, like mine. I have been prepared for a lot of things tonight. I was not prepared for this.

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.

A Journey of Love, Dreams, and Unbreakable Bonds . Lost in the depths of each other's eyes, time seemed to stand still. Rahul was overcome with gratitude. Rachna, his unwavering support and prodigy, was by his side. The glasses, still held lightly in their hands, became a symbol of their shared journey. They toasted not only to the recent victory, to their hard work and collaboration, but also to the vast, promising future that stretched before them, ripe with possibilities.

Wait… I look at the spot behind Nikolai, the books on the shelf, then at my walk-in, where I can spot my pair of sunflower Converse way at the back. How do I see these things so well without my glasses? “My eyesight… I don’t think I’ll need my glasses anymore.” I say, dumbfounded. Why has my eyesight returned? I haven’t been claimed yet, so why is my body healing? Ugh, thinking about this is seriously hurting my head right now.

“Don’t worry about it; I’m used to it, really. I’m only staying to find out if Nikolai is okay or not. After that, you don’t have to worry about seeing me again.” God, I need to stop being such a heartless asshole. This girl has probably had it tough on her own with no one to rely on but herself. I’d say that makes her a Volkova already. I watch as she pushes up her glasses, and something occurs to me. “Why are you wearing glasses if you have perfect vision? You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?” I ask. Nova blinks, then pushes her glasses again. “I suppose so, but I’ve always had bad eyesight. Apparently, I caught a virus when I was a pup, and it affected my eyes,” she says.

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.