Deadpan Expression Novels & Stories

For as long as she can remember, this expert is the strongest among all and has never in all the years she has seen him smile at her talk more of give out a sad expression. She has never seen any other expression on his face apart from his normal cold arduous face. Her mouth is wide open and her wide eyes are directly positioned on him. All these years, she has been telling herself that maybe the man has anhedonia. At least, it gave her peace of mind and made her get used to his always cold expression but right now while watching the man she thought can never shed a tear no matter what cry, everything she told herself all these years has fallen down the drain and it all happened because he w

My words punch enough to see him twitch a brow so subtly I almost miss it, and then he returns to a deadpan expression. Bryan has never been one to show us his sadness or troubles. He’s someone who keeps the ship sailing straight and acts like he’s invincible at keeping everything under his control. Much like Dane he can introvert it all and act as an iceberg moving through life with only very little showing on the surface. I guess I know which parent gave Dane that shitty personality trait.

Poison the fucker. Guess I am about to find out if he can respect the no punishment boundaries and the fact I never agreed to be his this time. Alexi looks like he might explode, a weird smile that’s not really a smile, and a very intense frown for a second as he grapples to get a hold on his obvious emotions; Losing face under fire and his ability to be Mr Deadpan. It’s wholly wonderful to watch him crumble and struggle to stay in control.

I hymn lowly. Pretty obvious he awaits someone. He requires someone present before commencing the meeting. That best explains this continous and look alike never ending silence. His expression slowly softens. His gritting reduces. His foot stomp depletes. His pressure palm on the glass also softens. It unviels his unintentional made cracks. His neck weakens It appears pretty weak to with hold his heavy head. His head finally falls. It lowens disappointed and depressed. He's really sad.

the fucking smell was so good, it drove him mad. He growled loudly and hit his hands on the steering wheel. He had to text Drayer to get him with some emergency bullshit to get him out of the situation. It was a code blueberry. The word was fucking stupid and it caused his lip to lift even as anger rolled over him in waves. Since junior high if one of them needed pulling out of a sinking ship of any kind all they had to do was give the 'code blueberry' to the other and the shit was on.

Somber expression, a slight frown over soft eyes, stormy and dark in color for a change. Brandon has regrets. It’s there, on show and seems very real. After all, he is human and has a conscience, but all it does is twist the knife deeper in my already bleeding heart. This is all too sad for words. “I told you … I said I love you before.” I can barely get my voice out coherently amid the gulping tears and emotional blubbering that are pulling me apart so quickly. The hopelessness of all of this when so much hurt has come first.

and make it appear like it is really me, know why I say what I say. With a shake of her head and confusion flashing across her eyes, she asked, "What know why I say what I say?" Eithan gave her a sideways glance, frowning, "What else? Know why you have to say that line within that scene... So that you can analyze... what is the most appropriate expressions... to partner it up with." Once done saying this, he looked at her like how one looked at a slow learner or an idiot. He thought for a moment and then decided to give an extreme example. "Consider the line 'I want you to die..."

I don’t want to look like I am desperate for love. He left with an angry face but he came back with a sad face and “let’s finish assignment” I said ok and then he started narrating and I started typing. He started reciting with his husky voice. I am a slow typer and he speaks so fast it was getting hard to keep up with him. “Can you please speak slowly? I am not a fucking typewriter.” I finely told him. He started laughing and said “I was doing it on purpose for you to break”

If she didn't have such expressive eyes, he wouldn't have been able to tell she was offended. "Enough talk," Kachi grunted. "I paid two million naira to watch you dance, and it better be one hell of a performance." She let out a low growl, one she probably thought the loud club music would hide but it didn't. Kachi heard her and watched as her chest lifted as she inhaled. The movement drew his gaze to her ample bosom. He had been so engrossed in looking at her eyes that he hadn't actually checked the girl out, which was unlike him. He only knew she was slim and had curves from when he'd watched her dance.

I asked, “Tell me what is going on with you in your head.” Adrian expelled a deep breath of air through his lips and rubbed his hand through his hair and then down his face with a look of frustration deeply embedded on his facial features. I knew that I had previously complained about him, not having on any expression on his face but I would give anything to have that expression erased from his face.