Emotionless Eyes Novels & Stories

Why did it look like he was pulling away? Panic set in and her heart pounded. Then she confirmed her suspicion when he turned and regarded her with cold, emotionless eyes. “It would be best if you order a bath and await me downstairs. I shall like to leave as early as possible.” Emily listened to him dish out those cold, emotionless words out of his mouth and wanted to cry. It was as if what they did here was nothing. He didn't seem affected in any way. Her beautiful oval face scrunched up immediately, and she fought back tears, refusing to look at him.

It’s all a façade…’ For a second, a sliver of guilt and pity rushes through me as I stare into his eyes which are devoid of life and all human emotion, save hatred and anger…

I forgot I was wearing three-inch heels that were slowly crippling my toes. He was gorgeous in the way a natural disaster is gorgeous. A tsunami. A wildfire. Something that destroys everything in its path but is impossible to look away from. His hair was dark, cropped short military-style, emphasizing the harsh geometry of his face. His jawline looked like it had been hewn from granite, his nose straight and aristocratic, and his lips were set in a line that suggested he rarely smiled and never meant it. But it was his eyes. They were a cold, piercing grey. Dead eyes. Eyes that had seen things and hadn't blinked. Eyes that evaluated threats in milliseconds and dismissed them just as fast.

There’s a masculine quality to his physique that can’t be hidden even by his black trousers and the long-sleeved T-shirt. Even In the middle of this freezing night, his arm muscles bulge from the material with no hint of goosebumps or discomfort, as if he were born like that. They say people’s eyes usually brighten with emotions, any type. Even grief makes them shine with tears, unsaid words, and unalterable regrets. His, however, are as dim as the night and just as dark. He barely reacts to fear… excitement or even angst.

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.

Although Herman's eyes also revealed no emotions, looking at these enchanting purple eyes always put her in a good mood. Rare purple eyes, a very noble color. "Herman, honestly, can you bear to kill someone as beautiful as me?" Camellia casually tossed the sunglasses backward. She forcefully leaned against Herman. It was obvious that she was trying to seduce him. "Kill!" Herman's tone was extremely cold and emotionless. He didn't care about Camellia's hand running along his Adam's apple.

The hard face, overgrown with prickly bristles, was devoid of any expression, and in the eyes ... in the eyes of the dead wasteland. Lesana had never seen such a heavy look before. It did not reflect any feelings, no spark of fun, no curiosity, no fatigue. Nothing. And there were eyes, expressionless looking from under black straight eyebrows, as gray as a cloudy winter sky. And just as cold. And the right cheek of the kref was disfigured by a white welt of an uneven scar.

His eyes are on the beautiful sight infront of him , but he is not looking at it or admiring it . His face is emotionless , pale , shrink in weakness , eyes has dark circles , while his lips are dry and dead skin is covering them .. giving them more rough and dry look . His blue eyes are shining due to lights reflection but they are looking dead .. his eyes are filled in longing for something or someone. His mind is occupied in his ex-wife's thoughts ... flashback of his past flashing in his dead eyes . A tear slipped out from his left eye but he didn't broke down in sobs .

But for Dev, everything else seemed to disappear. It was as if the notes were unearthing emotions that had been buried and left to rot for years. He drifted into a heavy, suffocating reverie. Those grey eyes— which moments ago had been utterly emotionless, frozen, and dead calm— suddenly flickered, as though someone had forcefully breathed a dark, restless life back into them. In that vast, crowded room, it felt as though Dev was the only one who truly existed. His eyes began to speak volumes, flashing with an unsettling, terrifying stubbornness—a chilling look that seemed to actively haunt whoever had captured his thoughts.

She stared deeply into her killer's eyes, maybe she would be able to recognize his face in heaven as she dies. She was expecting to see someone wicked-looking or a kind of emotion on his face as he deprived her of having to continue her pathetic and unfortunate life. Darkness was all she felt as she kept staring. No sign of life. Not anger, nor pain, nor pleasure. His face appears cold as death itself. Not even a smirk as many killers usually have. His emotionless eyes bore deep into hers as if trying to seize the last hope of life as she felt herself taking her last breath.