Novel & Cerita Pria Berkacamata Hitam

” Priya called. I watched Reeve’s throat move silently. I stepped closer and her breath hitched. So close now, I could see everything. The gold flecks in her brown eyes. The faint birthmark near her temple I’d never noticed before. The way her pupils dilated slightly when I moved into her space. Her lips parted slightly. ’This is just for the cameras, your reinstatement. Get it together, Zane.’ “Action!” Priya said. I leaned in, she stood frozen, barely breathing.

But Pakhi stopped her showing her palm, "Stay away..." Myra was so happy as well as excited, but Pakhi was different than she thought. A short and exposing dress, which hardly covered her thighs, and a strapless dress showing half of her breasts. Long and highlighted hair, dark makeup, and dark shade of lipstick. Big earnings and an expensive bracelet on her hand. Myra was just looking at a new appearance of Pakhi. Pakhi didn't touch the goggles even and her assistant came and took them from Myra. She threw the goggles in the dustbin nearby them.

Ria's assistant replied. "Okay, and also took some pictures, if he wanted to do something, then we can blackmail him by those pictures," Ria instructed her while they made their way towards the car. "Yes, I will," Ria's assistant sat on the driving seat while Ria sat in the back seat. "Great, let's go now," Ria's said, and Priti started to drive towards Goldern Heights Hotel, their destination. They both reached the hotel at the decided time. Ria was dressed in a black knee-length dress with High heels, and she was wearing a mask with sunglasses so that no one could recognize her.

Hence the disguise. She was wearing a black open pleated skirt with a white button up shirt. A pair of butterfly photochromic glasses shielded her eyes. She had applied minimal makeup to change her looks a bit; some contour around her lips and nose to make them bigger. She even added two fake moles - one on her cupid's bow and the other just at the curved edge of the left part of her forehead.

spoke Dianna who had wore a black skirt below the knee, a white long sleeve, and tucked it in. Klaud frowned, looked at her coldly. "You looked like an old woman thousands of years ago. Do you have anything to wear aside from that?" He caressed his chin, crossed his arms in disappointment. "And eyeglasses? What the heck is that huh?" "I can't see things completely without this, and I... I'm not comfortable wearing contact lenses." Dianna paired her businesswoman's outfit with black, flat black shoes. She looked like a woman who lived in a far, far village.

She looked pale and tired. Alexia scream at the sight that her eyes befell and she fell to her knees. "Kiara!!" She shouted. She got the same response from the girl. A moan. Alexia stood up and made to walk to where Kiara was but there was an invincible barrier and Alexia could not access Kiara. Alexia started crying and then suddenly, a lady came behind Kiara where she was kneeling. The woman wore a black flowing dress just like Alexia but her face could not be seen. It was covered with darkness. Alexia stood up when she saw the woman.

Hazel Eyes Anastasia Perry, an elegant figure at 5'10" with striking blue eyes and flowing blonde hair, stood amidst the bustling city sidewalk. Her cobalt blue pantsuit radiated confidence, while her honey blonde hair was impeccably gathered into a sleek ponytail. The world outside was a whirlwind of activity, but Anastasia's focus was on one thing – her wristwatch. Time was slipping away, and she knew she had to hurry. Her job interview at the prestigious Pinnacle investment banking organization was scheduled for this morning at eight, and the stakes had never been higher.

There was silence, Absolute silence. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Nobody even blinked. Because standing on the screen, smiling directly into the security camera, was Amara. No. Not Amara. Impossible. Because Amara was standing right there beside Adrian. And yet, the girl on the screen had her face. Her eyes. Her hair. Even the tiny beauty mark near her eyebrow. Everything. Slowly, very slowly, Amara looked toward the monitor again. “No.” Her voice barely came out.

So now she stood, curls snaking around her face and onto her shoulders—her eyes unrecognisable after the skilled attention of the makeup artist. "Uno o l’altro," the beautician had explained as she’d scrutinized her face, and Brianna had understood—she could play up either her eyes or her mouth, but not both. The eyes had it! Slate-grey eyeshadow and lashings of eyeliner and mascara brought out every last glimmer of blue in her eyes; soft blush accentuated her cheekbones; and her lips were full but teasingly neutral. As for the dress, black had never been less safe. A million hand-sewn black glass beads covered every inch of fabric, and the deep empress line showed off her bosom—and from the

Evelyn curtsied and walked away. Tears dropped on the glass frame, splattering on Kyra’s cheeks. Her eyes filled with light, and her smile was warm and loving. The crown on her head was made of sapphire, a color very similar to that of her eyes. Odessa could see it well; this woman was staring at something—someone—she loved as she posed for the camera. “I'm sorry.” She whispered and pulled off her heels, hitting the pointy end on the glass frame multiple times until it cracked and shattered. Odessa pricked her fingers multiple times as she tried to move the shattered glass pieces away from the picture.