Emotionless Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

The quiet observant one. I turned my eyes back to Elijah to see that he was already staring at me. We made eye contact and I hold his piercing gaze, neither of us backing down. His face contoured in anger as his lightening grey eyes darkened as if a storm was brewing in them as he scanned my face and body. As he made eye contact again, I remained emotionless and cocked my head to my right and raised an eyebrow as if to say, you done?

Eden's eyes sparkled with amusement as he noted her behavior, thinking to himself, How strange. Eden's piercing blue eyes gleamed with an inner turmoil, their golden centers flashing like embers as he struggled to maintain control. His chiseled features, normally a mask of calm, were subtly tense, revealing the depth of his internal conflict. The scent of Pearl's perfume wafted up, teasing his senses and awakening the demons that lurked within. His sharp jawline clenched, a testament to the ferocity of his self-control.

Beneath his coat is a jacket with a distinct collar covering his neck, revealing only a brown neckerchief. His patient expression continues to stare at me while I take in his appearance, committing every minute detail to memory, but it’s his eyes that leave me with a sense of unease. His eyes are a deep, dark brown, so dark that under this monolithic structure, they almost appear obsidian. The colour does not disturb me; but instead, their lack of emotion. They're so cold – inhuman even. Two dark, treacherous pools threatening to drown me at any moment.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

‘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.

I know too well. I latch onto the handrail with my free hand as if my life depends on it—because it does. My breath shudders as I look at Edward with pure horror. His back is to me for a second, but when he turns, his eyes… God. They turn void. Emotionless. Empty in a way that shouldn’t be human. The grey looks almost dead—so hollow they hold no life, no mercy, nothing.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

His eyes were so damn cold, so emotionless, so frightening. Even after hundreds of safe, amazing encounters alone with Ice in the bar back rooms, Vixen still shivered when those unearthly and impassive eyes rested on her, even for a few seconds, when she was just serving up drinks to a customer and happened to glance up. So the astonishing color wasn’t what made Ice’s eyes her favourite part of his impressive body… no, not at all.

Her full cheeks that usually flush pink when she’s happy are now burning red with the emotion she is feeling. I look over to see Libby’s sharp features locked. Her jaw line is even more protruding. Her face is hard like stone trying not to show any emotion, but I can clearly see her emerald eyes holding back tears. Shawn’s just the same only there are no tears pulling behind his eyes in fact his eyes are red. His eyes are like mood rings, only his pupil changes color. They are burning red with anger almost as if they are on fire reflecting off his black iris’.

His gray eyes met mine for exactly one second, cold, controlled and lifeless. Then he said, calmly and without emotion, “You’re grounded.”