Devoid Of Emotion Novels & Stories

Protection. “Your papa is not here anymore. Is he?” His eyes were cruel and cold. “Nor do I see your uncle here to protect you. Or is he?” His stance remained as stoic as a cool iceberg. “If you were so protected like you claimed, how come you're here with me then?” Eyes were so cold that I couldn't see any warmth in them or the emotions such as empathy that should be present in human beings for other people: compassion. He lacked compassion. I was suddenly struck by the realisation. And his unreadable emotions had me awash with disbelief. I felt small at the intensity of his stare. Even when in a sitting pose, he seemed huge, bulky, and taller. I chewed my lower lip after downcasting my eye

I realize this means nothing to us, but there's no harm in spending quality time together. "Take a break." I was concerned for some reason; he was working without taking a break, he was straining himself, and he was missing out on simple things in life such as quality time, laughter and smiles, jokes and tears, happiness and sadness. He is cold, numb, and emotionless, but he has to live life. He must maintain balance, which he clearly lacks. He has money; he is already a successful heir, businessman, and entrepreneur; all he lacks is emotion.

I responded bluntly, coldly, and he seemed to flinch at the words. “The only thing that connects us is lust and great sex. A connection would mean that emotions are involved and that’s impossible because Nick is the only man I have feelings for, there’s no way I could ever develop those same feelings for you,” I made things clearer for both our sakes. As I held his gaze, it looked like the emotions were slowly draining from his eyes. In seconds, his gaze was closed and his eyes were empty. It’s almost like he’d just shut all the doors of vulnerability that he’d opened over the last few weeks.

And that's the most unnerving part of it all. The man dark eyes flicker toward her. There's still no emotion behind them, just a cold, detached calculation, like he's assessing a tool that's grown dull or a pet that's forgotten its place. He shows no pity or regret or even anger, just indifference that cuts deeper than his rage ever could.

Miller asked pragmatically. Putting it like that, it made him look even more selfish than what he’d considered the most altruistic option. Dev sighed wearily, unable to believe that he was confiding about his love problems to an old man, someone he hadn’t even known minutes before, but which left him to ponder about the fact that he had no one else to turn to. Wasn’t that the way he’d deliberately led his life? Emotionless? Without commitments? Lonely? Pathetic? Without purpose, he stood up nodding with disdain towards the documents still lying on the table. “Keep them,” he muttered apathetically, making a move to leave.

He is far away from the word and the feeling of the well-established emotion. "Eat!" He commanded. Yes. He is not romantic, not at all!

It's as stupid as chasing the wind. But to not feel emotions. Not knowing what it's like to 'want something' nor possessing any desire to 'do something'. To not feel anything, either joy, pain, sadness, anger, fear, greed, and lust. To think that I lack the basic emotions that define and separate us from other species. Maybe I'm not 'human' after all. I just need something to fill the deep, black hole in my heart. The bottomless pit inside me is so hollow it's sucking me dry.

‘You must go on with the operation’ his plain voice devoid of emotions commanded her imperatively. She stared into his eyes deep like a bottomless pit,containing no single emotion,he looked at her like she was nothing but another living being to him. She hates to look at those empty eyes that contain no emotions or feelings except when they are coiled in each other’s embrace in bed. Lust! That is probably the only feeling this demon-like cold man understands. The frostiness from his penetrating gaze woke her up from her thoughts and large beads of tears streamed down her face.

Just the soft murmur of a job well done and no one will dare question me. Another loose end is closed. Another cruelly imparted lesson. For a short time my world reverted to its ideal condition of complete unwavering emotion. I was unbreakable and I had no emotions whatsoever, only because I had sold mine to the devil himself.

Not with logic. Not with structure. But with the things that didn’t stay consistent. Didn’t behave predictably. Didn’t fit into patterns. “Emotion isn’t just input,” she continued. “It changes based on experience.” A pause. “On memory.” Another. “On loss.” The word lingered. Heavy. Unavoidable. And suddenly— the room felt different. Quieter. Softer. Not physically. But in the way tension shifted. Like something had just been introduced— that the system didn’t know how to process fully.