Ranpo Glasses Novels & Stories

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

my left foot to improve its process of healing when however that wasn’t possible since I was asked to do all maids works, I was lost looking at my foot when a suddenly I heard a familiar tune... it was one the most melodious tune but for me it was just like someone is pouring acid in my ears because this tune used to remind me of tired day which was planned for me, it was now my routine to get up before my alarm gets off, giving an audible huff I stopped my alarm clock and headed inside small bathroom which was there inside my room and gently washed my face with cold water and tied all my hairs in a loose back braid, I kept staring at my dried lips and glowless face with few patches of bl

under his breath. “Can I please have my glasses?” she asked innocently. “Do you need them?” he asked, not too keen to give them back to her. “Yes, I need them.” His hand opened and he let her take her things. Placing the keys and chap stick back in her bag, she then put on her spectacles and he blinked again. The tinted lenses helped keep the first reaction down to a minimum and that was why Ceanna really wore glasses. Her vision was perfect, but the almost golden color of her irises was a major distraction for anyone who saw them.

And as he emerged from the bathroom, a trendy embodiment of youthful sophistication, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of my handiwork. But there was one crucial detail left to attend to—the black-framed glasses that had become his trademark. With a knowing smile, I gently removed them, revealing the true depth of his eyes for the world to see. I had noticed his short-sightedness matched mine, so I had equipped him with contact lenses, allowing his gaze to shine unobstructed by the familiar frames. The effect was transformative, his eyes suddenly larger, more expressive, radiating a newfound confidence that was impossible to ignore.

She closed it back. Sumico opened again the second drawer. There were quite several usual stuff belonging to a young beautiful girl: several combs, several cosmetics, several stationery sets produced by Huangwira Enterprise, and also several mirrors, lipsticks, and contact lenses. “As far as I remember, Hanny’s eyes are alright and healthy. They don’t get any myopia or hypermetropia. So, why does she have to wear contact lenses?” mumbled Sumico to herself, slightly frowning her forehead.

Aaron replies. "Oh.." Ty nods. "By the way, you can actually take those glasses off while doing close works. You are short-sighted, which means you don't need glasses while reading or studying." "Oh..okay," Aaron nods and immediately takes his glasses off, tucking them in his pocket.

“What is this-“ Like she could already read his mind, the second he turned the case around, there was a note attached to it. Slowly, he ripped it off and took the note, reading the little message scribbled on it. ‘Before you ask, I know you aren’t blind. They aren’t glasses for blind people. It’s to prevent you from getting blind. Haha. They’re blue light filtered glasses. You stare at screens way too much so when next you want to do that, put them on. They prevent your eyes but getting old and boring (we don’t want your eyes matching your personality, do we?)’ “What?” He laughed to himself, reading the note. “This is ridiculous.” He laughed again, slowly taking the glasses out of the case t

Adina nodded, grateful for his generosity. Observing the assortment of hair tools and the blow dryer strewn across her bed, Adina inquired, "What's all this?" She gestured toward the intriguing array of hair accessories, her curiosity piqued. "I'll assist with your hair today. I'd prefer you not to tie it up, and ditch the glasses in favor of contact lenses," Ruan directed, gesturing toward the assortment of hair supplies laid out on the bed. Adina raised the prospect of occupying the chair in front of the mirror, contemplating a more traditional setup. However, Ruan argued, "And that wouldn't be a surprise."

“I said you looked cute, not weird.” “What? Cute as in newborn baby cute?” he asked skeptically. She rolled her eyes dramatically and moved around the counter so that she could sit beside him. “They’re just glasses, Brenden. All the cool kids wear them. Cool and smart kids.” He snorted. “Can you see without them?” she asked. “Perfect vision,” he answered. “I just get tired eyes and it helps to read the charts. I need to protect my eyes from the blue light and everything,” he said sheepishly.

a deep, gravelly voice boomed from the open door. Ruan stepped into the glass room, his massive frame carrying the cold, electric scent of the river fog. He had finally stripped off his torn riding jacket, leaving him in a black linen shirt that was stretched tight across his shoulders, the white bandages covering his shrapnel wounds stark against the dark ink of his skin. His steel-blue eyes instantly found me, verifying my breathing, my temperature, my survival in that single, territorial glance that always made my pulse quicken.