Novel & Cerita Pria Berkacamata Hitam

Grey couldn't stop his racing heartbeat. Then, as Keyara felt her hair was perfectly tied, she turned around while holding the two ice creams. She was about to give one to Grey but was surprised. Because Grey reached out his hand toward Keyara's glasses. He took off the transparent-framed glasses and folded them in his hand. Keyara felt her entire vision blur. Her eyes were indeed -4 diopters, and that was enough to turn her surroundings into blurry lines and boxes, with fog obscuring the clarity of every object, including Grey's face.

Isla was soon surrounded by women her age and older, chatting about possible collaborations and ideas. “Girl…” a familiar voice called. Turning around, Isla saw Priya, dressed in a backless, sleeveless black silk dress decorated with tiny stones. They shared a warm hug. Priya looked around. “Where’s Gareth?” Isla’s lips curved slightly as she pointed at Gareth, who was speaking with some powerful-looking men. “Over there.”

She pick one of the pillow and kept using it to hit the bed. She was growling like an angry lioness. When her eyes drifted toward the frame beside the lamb. She took it and smashed it on the ground. Broken hearted Priya who was passing by her brother's room, heard the sound of the of broken glass. She walked back and looked at the room, she saw Rekha looking fierce and dangerous and beside her was her brother's broken frame shattered on the floor.

That was going to require a lot more effort than I had in me. Loren and I walked over to our usual spot. Unfortunately for us, our table was taken by a girl who I’d never seen before. She had blunt, black microbangs. Her hair was tied up in a knot on top of her head. A bunch of silver-looking piercings dotted her face. She had electric red, wide rimmed glasses on. If it wasn’t for her violet eyes, I would’ve thought she was a vampire as her skin was incredibly fair.

Amelia's POV The dress was black. It was not the soft, apologetic kind of black that women wore when they were trying not to be noticed. This was sharp black. Structured. It was the kind that walked into a room before you did. I stood in front of the mirror in the hotel suite and looked at myself for a long moment. Priya had laid out three options on the bed, and I had picked this one without hesitating. "Mrs. Brooks called," Priya said from behind me, checking her tablet. "Liam had his dinner. He fought the bath. He lost, and he's asleep."

Dara’s room, the room Priya had cleared in forty minutes, the room with the peace lily’s pot on the windowsill and two bags still not fully unpacked and the particular smell of someone who had moved in recently and was starting to make a space theirs. Priya walked her to the bed and pushed her down onto it and stood over her and reached for her shirt buttons. Dara watched her undo them with dark eyes and let her push the shirt off. Priya unclasped her bra and drew it off and looked at her, at her breasts, her stomach, the particular reality of her after ten years of almost. “You’re looking at me,” Dara said. “You’re worth looking at,” Priya said.

A flawless woman of great beauty who had a softness about her that made you immediately like her. Rhea Cheng had jet black hair, over a pale and slight set of delicate features. Eyes a little large for her elfin face but it somehow made for an innocent yet beautiful looking girl, that oozed a sense of vulnerability. Her eyes were darker brown than TangShi's, but with her neutral make up in peaches, and her stained rose lips, her eyes sparkled like black obsidian at the two women facing her. She truly was breathtaking and a little surreal, especially dressed in a cream floaty layered chiffon dress, and nude stilettos, that screamed of wealth.

With the canvas a pure Vantablack, it sure does look like a black hole. Once inside the restroom, Hestia opted to take a pee while Freya proceeded to do a retouch as she took out a purse from her pocket. Yes, her dress has a pocket which is really convenient when you don’t want to hold anything or bear a bag at all. The faint sound of the auction and the constant humming of Freya were the only things that could be heard. “What song is that?” Hestia inquired, wanting to start off a conversation.

A woman with black hair came up to me and introduced herself. "Oh I apologize Ramera, I've been waiting to talk to Vanessa for awhile please excuse me" The woman had hazel eyes, she has on a long black dress with a sweetheart neckline. Her hair was in a high bun, with pearls going around it. To put it in simpler terms, she was beautiful. "Im sorry, but do I know you" I was pretty sure I had only told Ramera my name. "Nope, but I have heard so much about you" She said popping the 'p', and gripping my hands into her.

Priya Sharma. I had seen her around before. She was beautiful, with large brown eyes, long curly black hair, and rich dusky skin. The problem was that she did not deserve to be with a man like Liam. Not because he was a royal beta and she was an omega, but because she was talented, intelligent, and calm. Liam, on the other hand, was pathetic. She deserved better. Even now, as I watched them sitting there, I noticed the same expression on her face as always.