Novel & Cerita Emotionless Eyes

Emma's eyes held a hidden sarcasm, but when Jadeite looked closer, he saw nothing. Unbeknownst to her, her cold demeanor seemed to project a minor issue as something significant. Felicia's heart was filled with resentment. Her beautiful eyes blinked rapidly as if cloaked in a veil of mist, radiating a beauty beyond imagination. Like tears about to fall, her fluttering eyelashes seemed to possess the charm of a pear blossom in a rain shower, moving the hearts of those who gazed upon her.

It was as if I were looking into the eyes of a man who had walked through the depths of darkness without flinching—an abyss of emotionless resolve. The once-familiar eyes were gone, replaced by an intensity that made my blood run cold. They held an unfathomable depth, a void of emotion that sent shivers down my spine. The warmth that had once danced within them had been replaced by an icy chill, a haunting stillness that spoke of a man who had witnessed and perhaps even inflicted pain without a second thought.

Smoke rings wafted from his seductive, thin lips, dissipating to reveal a handsome yet cold and merciless face. His light brown eyes were devoid of any emotions.

God, those eyes. Pale gray. Like storm clouds. No, quieter. Like winter sky right before snow. They did not flicker with pity. Neither did they soften. Instead, they observed. Unblinking and controlled. His eyes showcased an inherent and dangerous Intelligence. And yet, oddly, I did not feel threatened. Just... exposed.

I watched impassively as he collapsed onto the spread of glass shards on the floor. His embrace used to bring me warmth and comfort. Now, it brought me nothing but disgust. Marcus couldn't care less about the fresh injuries he got from the shards. He shifted to his knees and began crawling toward me slowly. Two long trails of blood extended from behind him. He thought he could cancel out the damage he had inflicted on me by getting hurt himself. Soon, Marcus hugged me once again, his senses completely overwhelmed by panic and anxiety. He buried his face into the crook of my shoulder as he began whimpering sadly.

WARNING : Sensitive content ahead (non-gory). Another nightmare. Another feeling of the pain, sharp and suffocating, as if she were still there. She had woken up from the nightmare she couldn't seem to escape, her eyes dark, too dark. They were the kind of eyes that swallowed light instead of showing it. She hadn't cried in years, her expression still and perfectly composed. There were no emotions, nothing. No gasping, no trembling, only the rise and fall of her chest.

that’s what I told myself. “Strong jawline, underlined cheekbones and tall forehead. Porcelain-like complexion, light coral, and pink lips, not too thin, he also has little dimples when he smirks, which is quite adorable. Eyes… Asian, wide, black. His stare is mysterious and commanding…” Then I remembered something more about his gaze. I felt there was an indescribable and petrifying void in his eyes. Even when mimic muscles moved to build a smile on his face, his eyes stayed emotionless. That thought disturbed me a lot.

The gleam of flawlessly polished leather shoes, the dark unnaturally long legs and the exquisitely fitted body all caught my attention as my eyes wide with shock shot upward. Then I looked at them. Two emotionless icy eyes are looking down at me with a chilling piercing intensity. They are completely devoid of warmth. Oh, no.

Think, it was all he could do, recalling a mere few minutes ago in the car. "Of course you don't understand. I look in those stunning grey eyes of yours everyday and you wanna know what I see?" She murmured coarsely and he didn't respond, only looked to her with that very gaze she was describing. She pursed her lips for a moment before speaking again. "In those eyes, I see nothing: no emotion, no want and definitely no fight. It's true when you said you would act no different for anyone because there's nothing else you can give."

"Forget this woman—even you will not leave this place alive." They tried to overwhelm Carl with sheer presence and numbers, but as soon as the words fell, they saw Carl slowly lift his eyes. What kind of eyes were those? Deep black like an eternal frozen abyss, devoid of any emotion, yet hiding a brutality and indifference capable of crushing everything. There was no glare of rage, no gnashing of teeth, yet a single glance was enough to make the blood in every black-robed figure nearly freeze, a chill spreading instantly from the marrow throughout their bodies.