Novel & Cerita Emotionless Eyes

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.

I slammed the paper on the desk furiously, not hiding my anger and frustration to make her slightly flinch but she composed herself as her eyes fell on me but I saw something flickered into her eyes before she pulled cold and emotionless mask on her face. Her face was dull and lifeless and there was no shine in her eyes which used to gleam with joy and mischief, the dark bags under her eyes made it clear her lack of sleep but what shocked me was that I couldn’t read her anymore, she had closed herself. She pushed the chair slightly getting up from it before rounding the table to stand infront of me with her emotionless face, her eyes were blank and cold squeezing my heart ruthlessly but my r

His eyes were no longer furious, but they looked hurt. This man had devoid himself of emotions for years and he was an emotionless brick wall, yet I saw hurt in his eyes. Since I knew him, all I have seen on him were fury and once I have seen his eyes lit up in a smile. The time I woke up. I really hurt him, whether intentionally or not.

Like a precious doll left out in a storm for years. But it was her eyes that shattered him completely. Those dark, expressive eyes that had once held galaxies of warmth, intelligence, and a love that had seared his soul, were now empty. Not vacant, exactly, but clouded. Confused. They darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar opulence with the wary, uncomprehending gaze of a wild animal trapped indoors. There was no spark of recognition, no flicker of the fierce spirit he knew. Just a profound, terrifying blankness.

He simply pushed his hair back from his forehead with a slow, chillingly calm movement of his hand. When his steel-blue eyes finally locked back onto mine, they were completely dead. There was no warmth, no passion, no possessive fire, and absolutely no regret. It was like I was looking into the eyes of a glacier, an unyielding, terrifying abyss of absolute cold.

Then, finally, she glanced up at him in one swift uplift of her long eyelashes. And the breath he’d been holding whooshed out of him when cold blue eyes stared emotionlessly at him, so translucent that he felt he would drown in the depths. There was no place for words – he was looking at her with such devotion, portraying his every emotion in one feral look, certain that his eyes had taken a completely dark green hue.

Her delightful curves were rapidly disappearing, and Renz knew that if he'd touched her, he would have broken her. And then there was her face. Her cheekbones were further hollowed, and her skin was ashen and pale, but the hardest part for Renz was the deadness in her eyes. Her eyes had been the source of so much fascination, for they were so open, so expressive. But after leaving Sterling's, Lena's blue eyes were empty and resigned. Still, dead water. It was as if the spirit that had given her so much life had left her body, and she was nothing more than an empty shell.

I released my grip on Susan's arms, taking a step back to put some distance between us. As I studied her face, searching for any flicker of doubt or confusion in her eyes, I found nothing but emptiness staring back at me. Her gaze was blank, devoid of any emotion, her eyes as neutral as a blank canvas.

" You can rest anywhere,why in my room?" " I happen to like this room the most," she replied, smirking at him, then without warning, pulled Ronald to herself." Now lie with me, don't be such a dick." Ava said. " Is that an invitation?" He asked, looking directly into her eyes. Looking at him at such a close range, Ava realised that the Man before her was a piece of art. He had the most beautiful silver orbs she has ever seen. It was very rare to find someone with silver coloured eyes. His jaws were well sculpted not to mention his sharp nose bridge. His eyelashes were thick causing Ava to be jealous of him. Out of reflex, Ava found herself trailing her fingers in his face admiring each and e