Oikawa Glasses Novels & Stories

She looked up at him her working glasses sliding down her nose and she lifted her head further to adjust it to them. Her long dark hair slid down her shoulder exposing her neck in a delicate yet elegant move that left Jun in a trance for a moment. One thing about Iori that he learned was that she was a through and through Japanese woman, from her beauty to her manners, she exuded an aura of traditional grace and elegance that was hard to come across these days.

Megan saw his reaction and started to tear up too, she couldn't make out the people in the distance but she knew there was only one person in this world who could cause her husband to have such a reaction. She took an item from her storage ring and put it on her face. It was a pair of glasses with white frames that were filled with runes. Inside the frame was mana glass with even more runes around the edges. These were the new version of the zoom goggles that Xasha created, they were much more compact and stylish and worked better than the previous version.

I handed the broken lens and arm to him saying awkwardly, "Sorry. Seeing that the glasses was about to slip down your nose, I planned to take them off safely for you." Oogway lowered his head and checked his glasses. He frowned slightly and said, "This pair of glasses had been with me for several years. I have grown attached to it." "I'm sorry." Hearing his words, I felt even more sorry. I hurriedly added, "How about I order you another similar one?"

"Invite her" Maxi held out a small, oval-shaped transparent glass to Anthea, which was filled with a beautiful, ocean-blue liquid. "Thanks. I invite you" Anthea took the glass from Maxi's hand. I don't know where in the cellar with hundreds of oak barrels, he can find a glass that fits like that. It is possible that while, with her eyes closed in contemplation, Maxi prepared these two glasses. "Edge" At Anthea's surprised gaze, Maxi showed a cheerful smile.

It went from surprise to astonishment, to disbelief, and finally speechlessness. In the end, Aldor told her that the glasses were made by a prestigious wine glass and decanter manufacturer in Dereland. The wine decanted by the wine glasses would taste extremely mellow. The foot of the glasses was even embedded with jewels. A single wine glass was priced near a million. As they entered, Felicity spotted Corbin immediately. Like a cat approaching its prey, Felicity darted over to him so quickly that Stella failed to stop her. "Keegan, Stella."

Owen grumbled, a pout on his face. At this moment, Kira noticed a sapphire necklace displayed in the window of a jewelry store, which was gleaming under the light. She couldn’t resist but walk into the store. Owen followed closely behind her. “Can I have a look at this necklace?” “Ma’am, you’ve got great taste! This necklace is a limited edition piece from our ‘Deep Sea Starry Sky’ series launched this summer. We only have five of these nationwide.” The saleswoman introduced enthusiastically as she took the sapphire necklace out of the display case.

"That's not 'I just passed the bar' energy. That's 'I'm prepared to litigate this appetizer' energy. You're holding that glass like it's a piece of evidence." "It's a glass, Kenji. I'm thirsty." "You're hydrating with intent," Mei snapped. "It's disgusting. Where's the shaking? Where's the I might cry if someone mentions a tort look you've had for three years?" Lina didn't look up from her project of aligning the salt and pepper shakers to be perfectly parallel with the table edge. "Her aura is terrifying. It's like a fresh Excel sheet. No errors. Just rows of judgment."

"It's shatterproof glass. Top of the line guaranteed never to shatter." Mr. Kawasaki walked to the far end of the room then ran to the window and threw his shoulder into the glass, and they heard a loud pop as the top left corner of the glass pushed outward. Mr. Kawasaki looked up in horror and tried to push off the glass, but that just managed to push it further outward. He stumbled and slid all over the glass as it popped again and Chloe ran to him grabbing his hand just as the glass fell away.

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.

Differentiating the morning from afternoon and evening was easy, but between those times, it was difficult to tell the exact hour in which an event had happened. Nnaji returned his hands to his side. He never liked shadow time. It has so many flaws and errors in it compared to the time-glass, which the stories have talked about. The time glass was reserved for the wealthiest of all. Nobody in Umudike has seen one. It was a luxury, a legend that holds the people with so much awe and wonders. Rumor has it that the time glass was fashioned by the hands of the gods themselves and that such luxury was reserved for the purest of the pure. Well, Nnaji could not say for sure, but being born into the