Pria Berkacamata Hitam Novels & Stories

Laura protested, stomping her foot on the floor and then retreating into the fitting room. Laura emerged once more, this time wearing a plain black dress. Around her waist, on the left side, was a strap that connected a layer of fabric with a Swarovski crystal at the end. Aryan couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched Laura stand there like a runway model. In his heart, Aryan acknowledged that all the dresses Laura tried on had fit her perfectly, but for some reason, none of them had felt right to him until he saw her in the black dress.

Robert turned the laptop to the spectators and saw the info about the De Rossi Family. Keira arched her eyebrows and looked at Luci Gaffon's image shaking hands with a woman. The woman has long hair that is simply ponytailed. She wore a black blazer with straight lines as its design. She has a mask on and her height is the same as Keira's.

She’s still very beautiful as if she didn’t age. She was also looking at me from the window. She was wearing white camisole tops and her long, black wavy hair hang over her one shoulder. She has deep brown eyes, olive skin and a full mouth. And she was staring at me. We were looking at each other like that when Mat suddenly called out. “Yo, Mike! How are you?” I was surprised a bit and was glad to see them. Mat and his younger brother, Andy. Andy is

“It’s a bigger room than I’m used to. Bigger stakes, too, given the timing of everything.” “You’ve earned the room, though.” Priya’s voice carried real conviction. “Whatever anyone in there thinks they know about you, tonight’s going to correct it fast.” Elara smiled at that, appreciating the confidence Priya offered so easily, the kind of belief she had build slowly and deliberately in herself over the past several months, one small victory at a time. She finished her makeup. It was simple and natural. Then she stood in front of the mirror and studied her reflection, the navy dress, her hair pulled back in a style that made her look confident rather than overly careful.

Jane's POV. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I heaved a sigh. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. My dress was a stunning black couture gillies, fitted bodice and a flowing skirt that falls like liquid silk. The material's a luxurious mix of silk and lace, adorned with intricate beading that shimmers like diamonds as I move. The off-the-shoulder neckline adds a touch of sultry elegance, framing my dewy skin and sparkling brown eyes. My dark hair's a sleek, cascaded downy back, my makeup's flawless with a bold red lip. A pair of rare black diamond earrings hung delicately on my ears, a simple silver necklace sitting on my neck, and my slender wrist adorned with a bespoke

In stark contrast to Jade’s natural, effortless beauty, Petra seemed like someone who viewed herself as a canvas, and the world her audience. Behind her was another woman, Agnes. Her appearance was a study in contrasts. She was white, thin, and clearly older, with short, curled bob hair that was a mix of more gray and less brown. The sides of her temples were shaved, giving her a striking, almost stylish look. But it was her eyes that truly held my attention—small, sea-green orbs so perfectly smooth and blended that they looked almost unreal. No veins or patterns marked their surface; they were like two flawless marbles, odd in their perfection.

Priya ordered when she saw me hesitant to involve myself. Nodding at her request, I made my way to the front just in time for the photographers’ break. While they changed their batteries, adjusted their lenses, and fixed the lighting, I focused on making sure Preciozo Jewelers’ products were displayed prominently. When my eyes finally fell on the model, my jaw dropped at the sight in front of me. He was toned, muscular, tall, and had black hair. The model was dressed in a pair of washed-out black jeans, a thin white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Even though he was bending down to change his shoes, it was obvious that he was extremely good-looking.

Inside it was a dark pair of custom-made round glass, with a gold edge cover that concealed the entire eyes. He smiled. They were his favorite types of glasses to wear, always adding a touch of sophistication to his appearance. He put it on and closed the suitcase. "Matteo, you and I know that I don't like being ignored," Priscilla warned. "Priscilla, I have no interest in entertaining your daddy issues, if Randall wanted you to know, he would have told you," Matteo stated broadly. Priscilla rolled her eyes and replied, "I don't have daddy issues, Matteo." She could not take her eyes off him, he was showing an uncanny level of confidence.

the girl said again and Cristina smile. " Oh my apologies let me introduce myself, I'm Cristina Ema Lane and I'm Mr Shane's friend " she said and the girl nodded look at the shirt she was wearing " Im Priya Erikis "she said and Cristina smile " you can come inside Priya" she said and move to the side allowing Priya to walk in, When Dave saw Priya he frown and look at Cristina who didn't look bothered by Priya 's present " Why are you here" Dave asked her in a stern voice and Cristina look at him with a raised eyebrow and he ignored her

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"