Ranpo Glasses Novels & Stories

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

"Good thing, cause I ain't dyeing it." The doctor chuckles and takes back the device. "You'll need to wear glasses or lenses at all times. Surgery is the only way to repair your eyes for good. Without them, you're still at risk for falls." "Give her both," Cain says, taking a credit card out of his wallet and handing it to the doctor. "Whatever keeps her from getting hurt." "Perfect. The glasses will be a short wait, but we can get your contact lenses ready to go now." The doctor sends a smile over her shoulder as she walks toward the exam room door. "Let's go look at some frames while my colleague gets your lenses from the stock room."

Five people to sneak into the heart of the enemy. They gathered in a smaller cave that served as an armory. It wasn't filled with swords and shields, but with tools of subtle war. Ronan traded his crystal-tipped spear for a wicked-looking knife made of black, volcanic glass, its edge so sharp it seemed to cut the light. He checked the tension of a powerful, compact crossbow, its bolts tipped with a paralytic toxin derived from a desert scorpion.

All she had to do to keep Rowena in check was to take down her major support—the Glasses. That was it! Randy thought excitedly to himself. That would be the first time in many years that Randy displayed such a level of intelligence.

His glasses are sitting on the bridge of his nose and Anna told me his glasses were specifically designed to be worn from 7 am to 9 pm to not wear out his eyes and cause further damage to his rod and cones. The picture was at least right about his olive skin tone, but unlike in the picture, his oval-shaped face has a few stubbles on and he seems to be raring it rather than trying to get rid of it. His eyes are now a radiant but unique aluminium-grey colour that brings out his manly beauty and his almost perfect nose is still covered with freckles. His lips are still the same rosy pink, thin and pale at the top and flushed and naturally curved in the shape of cupid bow at the bottom. His left

Unless these girls are planning to kick me out. “What’s going on?” I question, when none of them say anything. Two of the girls exchange glances. One of them looks strikingly similar to Raven, with sleek long hair she has pulled back behind her with a band, however, her eyes are a soft green. She’s foreign to this Pack, and I can’t put my finger on where she might be from. Passion Pack, maybe? She has rather prominent features, with a straight pointed nose and a sharp jawline that only makes her expression harsher.

“I just want to check if my woman is okay.” His woman. “I.. I’m okay. My goggles fell down, can you pick them?” I asked him, feeling goosebumps. Zayren’s sharp eyes flickered down to where they had fallen. He reached out, picking them up effortlessly, but the moment his gaze landed on the lenses, his brows furrowed. “The glass is broken,” he muttered, turning them slightly to inspect the damage. A pout tugged at my lips as I rubbed my eyes, feeling a pang of disappointment. They weren’t just goggles; they were special to me.

Koji opened his eyes. His head felt really heavy and dizzy. He saw his surrounding went devastated. He tried to take his glasses which were dropped near him. “This is bad, he took Rian away.” Koji sighed. He got up and he saw something strange on his glasses. Why were his glasses glowing red? As he remembered, he never changed the frame. He took them and a red little girl came out from the lens out of the blue. Koji was captivated seeing that girl who stared at him in wonder.

Dax POV Riven studies the metal in the light. There's a pair of goggles affixed to his face, and when he presses a knob attached to the side, another lens slides in front of the first, magnifying his vision. When I asked him about it, he said he got it from a friend. When I asked him if I could get one, he looked at me as if I was stupid. He's not looking at me like that now. If anything, he seems genuinely perplexed.