Shoulder Length Hair With Glasses の小説・ストーリー

Her long glossy hair falls over her shoulder, reaching below her bellybutton. I couldn't see her eye color because of the shades hiding them from sight. But I could tell she was beautiful. A tall well dressed man was beside her and they both screamed power.

I said shrug my shoulder. "So, tell me what happened to your goofy glasses and hair"? I asked him, he shrugged his shoulders. "My eyesight are normal, and can't I style my hair again". "Why don't you style it to school today, and if your eyesight it normal why do you keep wearing glasses and hidding your amazing blue eyes". He looked at me in shock as I compliment his eyes, "what, why would you cover you blue eyes with those goofy glasses". He forced a cough as he tries to hid his face from me, I smirk at him was that a blush on his face.

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.

The man said to the person behind me. A tall guy stepped in front of me. His hair was as black as night, and his eyes were so brown they looked almost black. He had a scar that ran across his cheek. His body wasn't something to ignore either. His shoulders were broad, and his arms were the size of two of mine put together. He rolled his shoulders before straightening his stance. His face was completely blank as he looked at me.

"But-" Naomi froze him with an icy glare at odds with her melting pussy. She fought to hold onto her anger, a feat harder than expected when confronted with almost seven towering feet of muscled male. His square craggy features should have turned her off with their obvious lack of gentle refinement, but instead she found herself intrigued by his square jaw, his crooked nose and his soft eyes framed by thick dark lashes. He kept his hair short in a military type brush cut that displayed the gold hoop in one of his ears.

She dyed my black hair to a blonde colour and styled it into a preppy one with side- swept bangs and straight hair that I can eventually put up into a bun, or chignon. She made sure to find the best eyebrow shape for my face, I was a bit scared when she began to pluck out my eyebrow hairs from underneath my brows, but the result was perfect, my new high angled eyebrows made me look completely different, coupled with the blonde hair. Then she got me a pair of fake glasses with a square frame. The glasses was the icing on the cake, there was no way I will be recognized by any of the Andrews, if they eventually show up here at Hawk's house.

His frame, well-proportioned and athletic, carries a weight of around 190 pounds, distributed harmoniously across his lean, muscular physique. With a strong jawline and a square face, his features blend ruggedness and refinement. Deep-set hazel eyes are framed by long, dark eyelashes that accentuate their expressive nature. Above those eyes, perfectly arched eyebrows add a touch of sophistication to his overall appearance. His raven-black hair, often styled with a slight tousle, adds an air of casual sophistication to his look. It frames his face in a way that highlights his striking features while imbuing an element of mystery.

He carries himself with an upright posture, exuding self-assurance and charisma. His facial features are striking, characterized by a chiseled jawline and a well-defined, symmetrical face. His eyes, whether they are piercing green, hold an intensity that draws others in. They reflect intelligence, determination, and an underlying warmth that hints at his compassionate nature. A well-groomed head of hair, styled with precision, adds to his overall polished appearance. It may be neatly combed and styled or effortlessly tousled, depending on the level of formality. His hair color is hue of brown that complements his complexion and enhances his overall attractiveness.

Leaving a fine scratch over one shoulder. Her shimmering gold hair had worked loose from the plait circling her crown and was now wild around her shoulders and waving along her flushed face in a feral tangle. The torn shoulder of the dress had caused one side of her bodice to dip enough it nearly exposed one ample breast. The pink crest nearly slipped over the bit of lace adorning it. The falling fabric left a fine dusting of freckles along the upper mound clearly visible. And he knew that deep in that hollow there was one soft pink mole. Every bit as delicate as the rest of her.

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.