Red Rimmed Glasses Novels & Stories

I wanted the whole look to have a theme so I went with gold lids, a subtle smokey eye with dark green corners and a wing teamed with a simple glossy nude lip. I even had time to do my nails. I keep my nails short for practical reasons, but I still like them to look pretty from time to time, so I painted them a matt emerald green and did gold leaf designs on my pinkie and ring fingers. I think it really brings the whole look together. I look like a woman who is ready to celebrate what might be one of her last nights on earth. Morbid, I know, but what can you do?

- But I have other plans for you. - Professional?.. - What do you think? His face froze so close that Anel could see every wrinkle on his lips, the dark point of stubble on his cheeks, a straight eyelash much lighter in tone than the hair on his head. And in the eyes there is a thin border of colored lenses. Very expensive lenses. An ignorant person would not have considered such a detail, since their texture was worked out in such detail that the effect they created was more reminiscent of tint.

He held her gaze a moment longer to emphasize his warning. Jenny nodded, pulling down the visor for one final check in the mirror before stepping out. Her brown eyes sparkled, expertly accentuated with chestnut kohl applied by Malia. A shimmering shade of brown adorned her lids, while gold shadow glimmered just above. Her brows were flawlessly shaped, and her dark red lips curled into a quick smile as she applied a glossy finish.

Let the games begin Nessa’s POV . My eyes fluttered open as I blinked a few times to steady my vision, my eyes landing on Aaron who was close—really close. I let my eye roam over his face. He still had his glasses on. Who sleeps with glasses on?! I stared at him. He looked like an animated puppy like this. Full lips that had two different shades—the upper was reddish while the lower was light pink, puffy cheeks, and freckles scattered around his nose and upper eye area.

His tone carried quiet appreciation. “The gown suits you.” “Thank you,” Miranda replied. Felix pushed his glasses up with his fingers. Clearly, he was not used to wearing them often and still needed a moment to adjust. “Do you remember these glasses?” Felix asked her. “You gave them to me.” Miranda’s gaze fell on the gold-rimmed glasses resting on his nose, and her memory was instantly pulled back several years. Of course she remembered. Years ago, Miranda had seen a pair of gold-rimmed glasses in a magazine.

Dark cherry-red, gold latch gleaming even in the dim morning light filtering through sheer curtains. My breath slowed. I flicked the latch open. At first, all I saw was makeup. Rows upon rows of lipstick tubes – shades ranging from neutral rosewood to near-black plum, arranged meticulously. Next to them, eyeshadow palettes, their surfaces smudged with stray sparkles. Liquid liner pens. Foundation bottles labelled in various undertones. Underneath lay a velvet-lined tray of contact lenses – brown, amber, grey, even violet. I reached in, fingers brushing over the smooth surface of the contact cases. My reflection wavered in the tiny tray mirror – narrowed eyes, hair tied back in a low bun, sil

It арреаrеd ѕhе nо real sense оf ѕtуlе, ѕо unlike Lаurа mу frіеnd Dаvіd'ѕ wife, or Sаmаnthа. Blаnсhе wore glasses. The frames оf hеr eyeglasses mаdе оf black plastic. Thеу were brоkеn аt thе brіdgе, then аmаtеurіѕhlу gluеd bасk tоgеthеr Thеу wеrе too large аnd thе wrong ѕtуlе fоr her рrеttу heart shaped fасе.

It left them coming back for more and more each and every time. My lips split into the brightest grin I could possibly muster, white teeth glinting against the lights framing the mirror I sat in front of. The lingerie I wore consisted of a lacy bra and thong with my signature color — purple. Silver platform heels adorned my feet and violet lenses blocked my yellowish hazel eyes. I hated the color because of the tints of yellow that streaked through my irises; hence the contact lenses. Men paid for the conventional standards of beauty and as much as they claimed to like natural beauty, they paid more for the superficial kind.

“Something simple.” She nodded and pointed toward a shelf. I walked over immediately, my hands trembling slightly while checking different frames. None of them looked exactly like my old pair. My chest tightened anxiously. Finally, I found one. It was slightly different from the previous pair, darker and sharper around the edges, but manageable. It still gave Mia Roberts that strict corporate look. “I’ll take this one.” A few minutes later, I stepped outside wearing the new glasses. I touched the frame lightly and exhaled.

Not silver. Crimson. And they were smiling.