Devoid Of Emotion Novels & Stories

No careful calibration of emotion for an audience. What I saw was worse than any of those things. It was emptiness. A vast, hollow, echoing emptiness where a person should have been. Not the emptiness of sadness or grief or loss — those are full emotions, dense with meaning. This was the emptiness of absence. Of something that was never there to begin with. As if the Lily I had grown up with — the sister, the rival, the shadow — had always been a projection of humanity, and the thing behind the projection was simply... nothing.

Assistant Jacob had gone through Thick and thin with his boss Xander but for the first time in his life he has seen his boss so empty and cold it was as if someone has ripped his soul and hollowed him out . Assistant Jacob was correct .This was how Xander felt, hollowed. This noon he got a call from Eva who told him about Lana . True he didn't love Lana and his emotions were a mess regarding her but that didn't mean he wouldn't take responsibility for theie first born . Xander closed his eyes, he knew that the beatings Lana suffered were enough to have her miscarry .

Like my true heroes these two up and ran here when I called them. “Why is there still no word? What’s taking so long? Shouldn’t we have heard something by now?” I croak, voice faint and weak. Finally, that weird, numb, emotionless state I had earlier has dampened enough to feel something beyond emptiness, but I'm not fully ok yet. Still dampened as though smothered in cotton wool, which is holding off the brunt of my intense emotions.

That was how much she got me wrapped around her little finger. Tenderness, fear, longing, patience, helplessness, and love. Before I met her, I didn’t know those words. Before Kate, I was as empty as I could be. I didn’t know it was possible for me to still feel something. I thought I had lost the ability to feel. Being subjected to countless experiments since young had taken away most of my emotions. That was the reason why unlike most Vampires, I was not as emotional. All I knew was rage and this rebellion inside my heart.

Avianna's POV "Are you really sure of this, Avi?" I looked at Hope and smiled. "A month of healing is already enough, I think. And a month without him beside me, feels like an empty jar of emotions, I feel like I have no feelings, I can't feel any emotions at all. But just the little heartbeat of my baby, whispering things like; I should talk to his father and amend everything between us for his/her future," I said and rubbed my somewhat getting large belly.

Her face which always filled with blush every passing second was bereft of any sort of emotions. It was harder reading her as she did not give out any emotions at all; hurt, anger, sadness, heartbreak, happiness or confusion; it was just blank and void. Her eyes held nothing. My heart ached as my wolf whimpered softly within me. ‘Mate—‘ That was just the word Aegus muttered. I wanted her too and I didn’t want to deprive him of her. I could never be that cruel.

Every emotion, shine, spark everything was completely drained out of her eyes leaving the emptiness behind. She was aimlessly staring in the void. She didn't even turned towards him when he flicked on the lights. She didnt feel any necessity of acknowledging the presence of any human in the same room as her. Nicholas felt something churned inside him when she saw her like this emotionless just like him.

How could he be so detached, so unaffected by the pain he had caused? As he turned to leave the room, Nadine's eyes followed his retreating figure, her gaze filled with a mix of disbelief and hurt. There was no apology, no trace of regret in his actions. It was as if he lacked feelings - a heart. The thought echoed in her mind, a haunting question that lingered in the depths of her soul. Did he even possess the capacity to feel, to empathize with the pain he had inflicted?

"Liar!" I raise my hand to slap him. I stop inches from his face, my hand trembling. I’m so angry I could burn the building down. I’m so hurt I want to scream. And god help me, I am so turned on I can barely stand. The anger is hot. It’s vibrating in my blood, mixing with the residual adrenaline from the sensory deprivation session. "Raw emotion is fuel," Echo’s voice cuts through the room. It’s loud. Distorted slightly, as if the system is straining under the weight of the tension. "Don't waste it. Use it."

"Tell me about killing the Architect. Not the tactical details. The emotional experience." "I felt powerful. In control. Like I was finally taking action instead of just reacting." I paused. "And then I felt nothing. Just watched her body fall and felt nothing. No guilt, no remorse, no satisfaction. Just empty." "And that emptiness scared you." "Yes. Because the person I used to be would have felt something. Remorse at minimum. The fact that I felt nothing means I've become someone else. Someone capable of killing without emotion. Someone dangerous."