Red Rimmed Glasses Novels & Stories

I was looking for the man with the black-rimmed glasses. I wanted to see if he would know. I wanted to see if the predator could recognize his prey when she was wearing a different skin.

Hearing this, Kane chuckled in a low voice, taking hold of Lani's hand. "So, you like me in glasses? Alright then." Kane opened a drawer nearby, took out a box of silver-rimmed glasses, put them on, and turned to look at Lani. This sudden action brought their eyes into contact, the proximity making Lani see Kane's long eyelashes and stern eyebrows. Indeed, Kane looked great in glasses. His eyes, hidden behind the silver-rimmed pair, seemed even more captivating. The square-shaped glasses also added a touch of seriousness and cold elegance to his mysterious and attractive face, making one unconsciously want to get closer.

His hand pressed gently against the cold glass of the window, before sharply recoiling in pain. His amber coloured eyes peered into the darken room and scrutinised the window that bared his way. Ever so slightly etched into the wooden frame and glass panes were faint runes that no mortal eyes would be able to perceive, even if they had been looking for them.

The tattoos along his back and arms shift slightly with every movement, like they’re alive, like they follow him instead of sitting on him. And then, glasses. I blink. “…You wear glasses?” He glances over his shoulder, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Sometimes.” I step in a little more, curiosity getting the better of me. “For what?” “Mild astigmatism,” he says, turning back to the stove. “Long hours, screens… makes it worse.” I nod slowly, even though he can’t see me. It’s such a small detail, but it makes him feel human.

“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

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Emerson follows. "If you knew Rage as well as I do. You'd know he has no trouble getting it up or keeping it up; all night long." Emerson starts to run her hot pink fingernail down my chest. Remi's eyes turn icy pale lavender with black slits. Iridescent scales slide down her arms.

Sometimes, she couldn't understand why this man was so shameless? It was not a big deal to ask for a gift, but how could he ask for a kiss so naturally? Was it because of the glasses? She stood on tiptoe and slowly approached Fremingo. The two breathed together. Fremingo looked at the girl's beautiful face getting closer and closer. Just when he thought the girl was about to kiss him, the gold framed glasses on the bridge of his nose were taken off. "It's really a flat mirror." Yuri looked around and put on the gold rimmed glasses.

She smirks and shakes her head, “I do hide them, and it is personal. But not too personal for you to ask.” She pulls the glasses down her nose so he can see her eyes, they are remarkable. They were vibrant, round, dark-green eyes, but there was a ring around her pupil that had some lines going out to the edges that were orange. But the orange part was glowing gently and almost flickering. George fights to keep his expression neutral, but Seb gapes, “Woah, they’re cool.” George smacks him lightly on the arm and he coughs, looking away. She smirks and pushes the glasses back up her nose.

Her delicate beauty stood out to me, and although she might not meet the standards of the modeling world, there was an allure to her that surpassed any model I had ever encountered. Rima wore dark jeans, a long-sleeve white sweater, and black converse shoes. Her long, chestnut-brown hair cascaded down her back, ending in gentle waves. She had a layered fringe that really suited her round shaped face. She donned light gold square-framed eyeglasses, but I could still see her mesmerizing hazel eyes from where I sat. As she looked around the café, I noticed a sadness in her eyes that tugged at my heartstrings – it was as if she felt alone in the world, envious of the happiness others shared.