Pria Berkacamata Hitam Novels & Stories

Past The flowers dropped by the doorframe and I peered into the room, confused. Priya’s black eyes are large as she clutches the sheets to her chest and her lips are swollen, injured, from kissing. Her neck is covered in purple bruises and hickeys. Her hair disheveled, her skin sleek with sweat.

While searching for the kitchen, she walloped into someone and the tray of glasses carried by the person smacked on the floor with a shattering sound. “I am sorry…So sorry…”, Tara cringes and kneels to pick up the tray with broken pieces of glasses. When she gazes upward while collecting the glass, her eyes view a short height girl wearing a black housekeeping dress with a flattering waistband and stylish mandarin collar, her hair tied in a bun but some curly loose dropped on her face, she glaring at Tara with her hazel eyes, her nose slightly flared, she keeps her hand on her waist like she expresses the anger but she looks so cute. Her adorable face reminds Tara about Preeti (Tara’s young

He hands me his IPhone while I stare amazed at the stunning woman in the screen . She's so beautiful ,bright emerald eyes ,silky ,shiny gorgeous wavy brunette hair that circles around her long diamond shaped face ,she's got plump lips and long lashes .She doesn't even look above 30 in this picture.But Adam corrects me by saying that she's 43 here .Grace Black indeed was an enchanting woman It seems good looks run in the family. Adam although he shares most features from his dad,he's got her ears and long-ass lashes and the color of her skin.

“The woman in this picture. Do you know who she is?” She tapped her fingers against the table, waiting. Clara stared at the screen, blinking her eyes rapidly. “My eyesight failed sometimes. I might need to fetch my glasses to see her clearly. Give me a minute,” she hurried into her room, coming out with her glasses on her face—a pair of pink glasses with stylish frames. Marina shook her head. That old woman would never admit that she was above all of this.

Her once long hair was now cut into a sharp bob that grazed her sharp jawline- and her eyes, now gray thanks to the contacts were unreadable. Her aura was unmistakable. And her beauty was different…not anything like before. Or maybe it was because she lived peacefully for a year without a husband like Daniel who kept draining her physically and mentally. Priya didn’t wait for the gala to end. Her feet moved quickly and soon, she was before her best friend. She said nothing, only staring at her, still unable to believe that she had returned. “Priya…” Renee said with a soft smile, her eyes glowing.

Priya let out a small laugh, and that warmed Karl's heart. “How old is she?” “She's turning 5.” She nodded and looked like she was thinking, and Karl admired her. Priya was beautiful. She almost resembled a model. She had long, beautiful black hair. She had a cute upturned nose with plumb pink lips. She had tanned skin, and she always wore a bindi even though she never wore traditional Indian clothes. Karl was blown away by her beauty the first time he saw her at the birthday party, and even though it was a tragedy that happened that made him see her again, he was glad.

“I told them they could sit with us. Bryan, Sera, these are my friends, Preeti Khatri and Gabriella Garcia. She goes by Ella.” We took turns greeting each other. Preeti blushed through her dark complexion when she spoke to Bryan. She had black hair just past her shoulders styled in loose waves, not a strand out of place, and puffy, full lips. Her makeup was immaculate. Her skin perfectly smooth. Her big, dark brown eyes stared longingly at Bryan as he took my crutches and helped me sit at the table.

Raffa menolak melakukannya. Pevita menaruh jari telunjuk ke bibirnya sendiri, memberi isyarat agar Direktur diam dan menuruti saja perintahnya. Pevita memakaikan kacamata hitam pada Raffa. Kacamata yang dia bawa dari rumah. “Fighting!” seru Pevita memberi semangat bossnya. Pevita pun bersembunyi dibalik pohon memperhatikan kegiatan Raffa dari belakang.

Realising that I might actually drink more than just a glass, I took the bottle with me and returned to the table. Five minutes later, my eyes landed on Priya as she appeared in front of me. She was dressed in a long black and yellow dress and her golden brown hair was down, falling on her shoulders. “Hello, I hope you had a good nap,” I welcomed her, getting up from my seat to pull her seat for her. Her steps were still slow because of her injury. “Thank you.” I could see her cheeks reddening a little as she sat down. “Did you find your bedroom suitable to your liking?” I asked her.

Her delicate beauty stood out to me, and although she might not meet the standards of the modeling world, there was an allure to her that surpassed any model I had ever encountered. Rima wore dark jeans, a long-sleeve white sweater, and black converse shoes. Her long, chestnut-brown hair cascaded down her back, ending in gentle waves. She had a layered fringe that really suited her round shaped face. She donned light gold square-framed eyeglasses, but I could still see her mesmerizing hazel eyes from where I sat. As she looked around the café, I noticed a sadness in her eyes that tugged at my heartstrings – it was as if she felt alone in the world, envious of the happiness others shared.