Red Rimmed Glasses Novels & Stories

My straight front bangs were almost reaching my eye but I liked the hairstyle my mom had given me, so I kept it that way. Red lipstick stands out on my face, because of the pale skin I was born with, a black mascara along my eyelids, thicker as they reached the ends, swopping up into a curve, highlighted my pale green eyes, it was tiring to wear lenses every day because of my original eye color, but there was no other way out. It was either these lenses or exposing that I’m alive to the Crimson Knight pack, who by the way just named their son the Alpha and the Alpha warrior who will be leading the pack. It will be fun killing him. I sneakily smiled to myself.

It made her stand out. I was surprised to see she wore glasses. Photochromic lenses obscured her eyes, but they seemed to be the most interesting shade of bluey green. Said glasses didn’t appear to be a prop or some fashion statement either. They seemed to be corrective lenses. What the fuck? Wolves didn’t suffer declines in vision.

She looked like a mixture of German and American to me. Maybe she was? Her thin eyes narrowed on my baby bump. I can see she wore red contact lenses because there is no way in hell her eyes are naturally red. She had a nude lip gloss over her lips. Seeing how bright she looked, she must have tried to tone it down. On her hands were gold coloured bangles.

he clears his throat, gripping my cup to turn it, inciting me to finally drink from it. My eyes jump back, locking with his. “Your eyes. I saw them red, but now…” He smiles, closing his eyes in a long blink before he reopens them to look at me. “Yes, I use lenses in dark colors to cover up my natural eye color as red eyes tend to freak people out.” “So, you are wearing them now as well?” I ask, looking back and forth between his colored irises. We stay silent as he waits patiently for me to finish checking him out.

Toxic neon indigo flickered through the haze—advertisements for bootleg silver-salt and black-market adrenaline that had no business being so bright in a world that had forgotten the sun. I stood at the edge of the descent, my human right hand shielding my left eye against the chemical sting of the air. My right eye was still a void of gray fog, but my left—the gold-rimmed lens of the Phoenix—cut through the smog with a lethal, clinical sharpeness. Ga-chi.

But as she leaned closer, her breath fogging the glass, her mother’s voice sliced through her thoughts. *"Do you realize how awful your eyes look? You should cover them up, or else people will be afraid of you and leave you alone."* Her hands trembled as she reached for the dark brown lenses. The cool plastic pressed against her fingertips as she carefully placed the first lens. She blinked, her lashes fluttering against the discomfort, and tilted her head to inspect the transformation. The vibrant purple was gone, replaced by a muted brown that felt dull but safe. Relief flickered briefly, only to be swallowed by a heavier weight.

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Chapter 2 His built was quite similar, though slightly bigger than the guard who was keeping an eye on us. His face was rough and sharp with a sleek jaw. He had a high slim nose and I could see the glow from his eyes before he even stood in front of us properly. “Sick contacts dude.” Torin whispered. He was right, they weren’t any ordinary contact lenses, these ones seemed to glow a yellowish golden color. I wasn’t prescribed glasses so I never really considered contacts but even I have to admit that the glow looked pretty cool. At the same time though, it made his face look inhuman and strange. Similar to when a cosplayer wears snake skin and snake contact lenses.

“You aren’t concentrating. Do you need a time out?” His voice was so smooth like butter, they were close to what Ken’s voice sounded like, but was slightly deeper and the English accent was on another level. I nodded and he smiled. “Ok, fasten your seatbelt.” His eyes were a bit strange though, they were ebony, but looked like it had tiny specs of red. Like it was about turning mahogany. Those contact lenses were cool.

Every woman was well-dressed and delicate in his social circle. When he first saw her face, he was a little stunned, but then... he was really amused. Of course, he was not laughing at her. Well... he just thought it was quite funny. This woman put on such strange makeup. Her lips were bright red and she put on too much eye-shadow. There seemed to be two dark eye circles on her face. Moreover, she wore a pair of black-framed glasses, and her bangs were long... She looked a little weird. Ahem! He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he just wanted to see her face without makeup.