Red Rimmed Glasses Novels & Stories

There was a small scar near his lip, pale against olive skin, and his jaw was shadowed with stubble, like he hadn’t slept properly in days. His eyes— I had never seen eyes like that. Cold. Sharp. A dark, flat brown that somehow managed to look like polished glass over something feral. They were scanning the crowd, emotionless, until they landed on me. They stopped. I felt the weight of his gaze like fingers around my throat. Not squeezing. Not yet. Just measuring how hard he might need to. “What the hell is this place?” one of the men muttered behind him. “A nest of lunatics,” another said. “Look at the robes. Looks like a damn sacrifice party.”

“The design is flawless, Myriam. The reinforced glass you selected is top-tier, silver-laced, and energy-efficient. They’re built to withstand a full-scale pack assault, as you requested. Why are you suddenly trying to change the specs?” “I wanted black obsidian frames.” “No. You demanded white marble frames, which we confirmed four times during the blueprints. The obsidian will look like a funeral pyre against this stone.” “But I want the black.” “We’ve already forged the white. We’ve installed the white. You want my crew to rip out the entire security perimeter?” “Yes.” She reached out, her fingers grazing his bicep. “And I don't expect to be billed for the 'misunderstanding.'”

I certainly didn’t, until I met the elusive and reclusive Damien Silverburn. Immediately upon meeting him, I noticed his eyes, the color of fire flickering against the night sky. Any time I had seen him online, his eyes had been brown. One of my jobs, I soon learned, would be to make sure there was a copious and constant supply of brown contact lenses to cover the red. Humans didn’t respond well to red eyes, but the composition of wolf person eyes dissolved the lenses quickly. It was important that there was always more than enough in stock.

There was a coffee table between the two couches that faced each other that always had sweets, savory snacks, tissues and a candle. His obsidian dark eyes kept looking at me through the thin framed glasses that should not make him more attractive than he already was. But they did. It was unfair how deliciously hot he looked in them. It made me want to lean closer and take away his glasses to see what he would do. His hair was sleeked back, his stubble neatly trimmed over his sharp jaw. A crisp grey shirt stretched over his broad shoulders with sleeves rolled over his forearms and the veins on his arms shifted ever so slightly when he wrote something in his diary.

I’ll never have a friend as supportive (and as wealthy) as Victor other than he himself, would I? Since it’s unnecessary for me to pay for the service, I guess I won’t need to drop by the counter before I leave the store. However, just when I pass the counter by, something shiny in the first drawer of the glass display chest enters my sight. I walk towards the glass display chest and take a closer glance at it. It is a pair of cufflinks——two small oval faces, sharp triangles on top as their ears; they are made of silver and clear crystal, decorated with larimars as eyes, and aligned black amethysts as whiskers at both sides.

I struggled to correctly perch the dark-rimmed glasses on my nose. They looked too big for my face but I did not complain. I let go of the bridge of the glasses when I was satisfied that I was wearing them correctly and comfortably. A sigh passed my lips when I looked across the room, everything looked the same, maybe a bit darker but the same nevertheless. "That should help you avoid the itching." The doctor glanced over at me before placing the retinoscope back onto the stand that had her other tools.

I am beginning to like this guy. “No, it’s not a ring,” the shopkeeper says as if he doesn’t understand that Poppy is trying to be funny. “It’s a pair of cufflinks.” He opens the box to reveal two gold wolf cufflinks, each of them with gems for eyes. One has green emerald eyes, and the other has red rubies. They are gorgeous. And… for some reason… they seem slightly familiar to me, though I have no idea why. “They’re stunning,” I tell him. “Do you think he has any like this?” I ask Poppy. Is it possible I’ve seen these before—on Maddox?

Since Ate Mae already bought him a lot of bags, I turned around my gaze inside of the mall and I found books such as coloring books, story books and textbooks. I get one from each categories and put it inside of my basket. I continued wandering until I bumped into the glasses section. Since I am working from home and have online classes that is facing the monitor of my laptop all day, I am opting to buy an anti radiation glasses that will protect my eyes from the blue light. I choose a style and try it. The frame is big that suits my face really well. It has a yellowish lens and it basically means that there is an anti-radiation mechanism on this specs.

They all wore spectacles or goggles to hide their eyes during the night. Once within reach, we waited for Sara, who came back a minute later. She wore a workout legging and a baggy t-shirt with her red hair tied in a messy bun. She has also added rose gold-rimmed glasses and a fake septum piercing to give her a bitchy look.

she added quickly when I turned to look at her. "Yeah… it’s rare. But I’m an omega, and I don’t have a wolf." "Oh…" She nodded slowly in understanding. "So you have vision problems?" "Not exactly. I have migraines, and the doctor suggested I wear glasses. They help." "Oh." It was a lie. I wore the glasses to hide my eyes. My eye color was strange, at least, that was how people always described it. A strange blend of green, yellow, and red. Green was the dominant shade, dusted with flecks of yellow, but if you looked closely enough, you’d notice the faint traces of red too. As I grew older, my unusual eyes began drawing more and more attention. That was when my mother found a solution and gav