Emotionless Eyes Novels & Stories

Past Blue eyes. Hard. Emotionless. Empty. They track me as I emerge from the old, beaten down door of my bedroom, and goosebumps surge up my arms at the attention. He’s the prettiest man my stepmother ever let in here, but he might have as well been a statue of cold indifference.

He didn't complain about my mockery. He smiled at me before getting into his car and leave. I did the same. What could be his problem? I just shook my head and turn my attention on the road. When I got home I immediately changed my clothes to pajamas and went to bed and sleep. *** Dwyne I will NEVER forget the look on her eyes while she was singing. Her face were emotionless, but at that time, her eyes seemed to want to say a lot—there has emotions. It's not a lot though because I think that she's fighting with her emotions not to come out.

I had been practicing in the mirror every day. I had to keep my eyes neutral and my obsession obvious. Not even a day after the God came I knew everyone could see the need in my eyes. I had been playing out scenes in front of it and I swear my eyes changed to glowing green whenever I thought about King Alexander touching me. It turned red when I was angry and blue or aquamarine for any other emotion. So I had to think about how he made me feel at all times. Her huffing had me narrowing my eyes.

He sighed in an attitude and rest his back on the chair and crossed his feet on his beside chair before looking back at me calmly. None of us said anything for a couple of minutes. I'm embarrassed to even stay under his gaze let alone say anything. My mouth seemed to zip tightly by him. We both continued to look at each other. His eyes held no emotions in them, they were hollow and empty to my dismay because this is what I was afraid of while mine held longing, love, guilt, regret and a lot but I guess he doesn't give head to my emotions anymore. Good for him. Even though his eyes were hollow and dead yet they were promising a lot of things to petrify me. " Ms, if you don't have anything to

No mercurial spark or silver gleam in those eyes appeared, just like before. Those eyes remained a dull grey, even as Jasper reached out to Emmet, both his arms reaching towards him. Emmet stayed still, watching and waiting. The blankness in those eyes were burned into his mind, and those outreaching arms were almost scary. Jasper had worn all sorts of face that Emmet had not been privy to, prior to this, but this face was by far the worst. Pain and hollowness seemed to spread from eyes and contaminate everything associated with them. It felt as if the air itself was being poisoned with death and sadness.

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.