Body Language Readers Novels & Stories

He displays the body language of confidence. He looks directly into the other person's eyes for 70% of the conversation. The girl in the red dress turns to Parker, her shoulders relaxed and her arms hanging behind her. Her hip and foot turn towards herself, indicating her interest in the suggestive words. Three points.

I need to go back to the office to get a lot more done. I stood up and fixed my suit as I pushed the chair back into the table. She stood up as well and held her hands behind her back. I inwardly smirked as her body language told me exactly what she felt about me. If she were to cross her arms in front of her, she would've been uncertain about me or uninterested. But the fact that she opened herself towards me and exposed herself rather than to hide, tells me that she feels safe with my presence.

I watched from the cabin window, which I recognized was exactly what he would probably prefer I didn't do, but I was not entirely successful at self-management where Jax was concerned. I couldn't hear the words. I could read the body language with reasonable accuracy the two visitors were doing most of the talking, one of them doing more than the other. The talkative one had a quality I recognized from client negotiations: the practiced calm of someone making a threat they had made before and expected to be taken seriously. Jax listened. His body language gave them nothing. Before they left, the talkative one turned and looked directly at the cabin. Not scanned the property looked at the cab

And the staff noticed. They noticed the way Elara’s voice, light and warm, was reserved for Julian while her words to Leonard were brisk and clipped. They noticed the subtle stiffness in Leonard’s movements, as though each step was powered by restraint. They noticed the storm brewing in his expression when Elara turned her head slightly, giving Julian a soft smile, the kind of smile that made people believe she was already his. A few assistants exchanged wide eyed looks. Was this real? Was Elara... “Oh, it’s real,” one whispered under her breath, watching the trio stride toward the executive wing. “Look at them. The body language says it all.”

"Inside information. I promise it's the truth since I worked for one of them, Lilith has been trying to get with Spencer for ages but he always shit her down politely. If there really is a child, I suspect a fowl play!" I scrolled. Side-by-side photos filled my screen. One of Lilith and me outside a gala—my body angled away, hand barely touching her back, my smile stiff, eyes already searching for an exit. Another of Natasha and me. Her head tipped toward mine. My attention locked on her like the rest of the room didn't exist. Circles. Arrows. Red lines filled the pictures. Body-language experts had crawled out of whatever caves they lived in. "Notice the distance."

And so I internally told myself to calm down and think rationally again, not letting my emotions take over. Once my brain started working, it was only then that things became clearer to me, making me realize that I might have just jumped to conclusions right away without taking his body language into consideration. And when I say body language, it's the way Gunner’s body is stiff as if he were nervous, his breathing fast and loud, and his voice quivering a little. Now I don't know about other people, but for me, all of those are signs of when someone was telling a lie and was afraid to get caught.

“But people usually give themselves away.” With that, I paused. I'm not going to say more than I have already said. That's usually how I operate; say a little and then allow whoever is at the other end to continue talking and giving themselves away but this man— Sherlock or whatever I saw on that website… he's kind of a push. “Can you tell me more?” he asked quickly. I sighed inwardly. “Tone,” I said sharply. “Timing. Eye movement. Words that don’t match their body language.”

It could have just been my ears, but did his tone change and get softer? He pinned me with his stare, licking his bottom lips. "It's like knowing what someone wants and giving it to them, no matter how much they resist." He continued, and my breath hitched. Was he talking about me? "Or...they pretend not to want it, but their eyes tell you a different thing. Their body language... It teaches you how to read people and use that to your advantage. It teaches you how to get what you want and when you want it regardless of any obstacle." His voice dipped even further. "Just like I get what I want."

I chose another log, set on the stump and swung my axe harder than it was really necessary, hoping the force would eject that image and warmth pooling in my groin. She thought she was being covert? A smile almost came to my lips. I had spent the last decade of my life, if not all reading people. I could a person’s intention from his tone, body language and their eyes. I had to, because more often than not, it was the difference between walking out on my two feet and carried out in a body bag. I have never any detail or clue from anybody or situation, there were no second chances in my line of work. That’s how I knew what Annabelle was up to, the second time she made an attempt.

I know he’s talking about the connection between us, the one we’ve both felt since the moment our eyes met. I keep my face as neutral as possible. “Then body language becomes key. Eye contact, tone, gestures… they say what words can’t.” He brushes his tongue over his lower lip slowly and deliberately, then lets his gaze drop, just for a heartbeat, to my body before meeting my eyes again. “So, if I look at someone… a certain way, and they understand exactly what I mean… that counts?” I freeze for a second too long. The room fades around me. It’s just me and him now. His dark gaze. That smirk. The meaning behind his words.