Emotionless Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Instead, she finds a face that is striking in an entirely different way. Sharp cheekbones, strong jaw, tousled black locks that conceal one eye. But the part in his hair reveals his right eye, and it is this sight, the eye that they said would be like looking into death itself, those same eyes that had prompted Alcina’s gasp most of all. His eyes are unfathomably dark, indeed - like an endless, black pit, glittering not with mirth or joy but power. His features, hacked into marble, devoid entirely of any imperfections or even creases - as if he has lived his entire life, without once expressing a single expression on that impassive face. As if he has lived his entire life, without having onc

I said, not breaking eye contact with his blank gaze. His beautiful eyes were distracting. They were ocean blue, but no matter how beautiful they were, there was no emotion in them. When you stared into his eyes, it was like looking into a dark room. Even his facial expression was just blank, making it really hard to read if he was angry or happy. You'd probably have to rely on the aura surrounding him or the way he looked at you. If you're good at reading someone's expressionless face, you're good.

The revelation had shattered the illusion of family, leaving a raw and exposed wound in its place. Alexander's mother, oblivious to the emotional turmoil she had unleashed, maintained her cold composure. Her face showed no sign of remorse, her eyes were cold and unfeeling. Alexander's intense anger, which flared up just a short while ago, had now turned into a deep sadness. He was shaking uncontrollably, and his cries were like desperate gasps for breath. Each sob seemed to tear through him, making his body tremble with pain. His parents, who saw this sudden change, stood still, surprised and unprepared for the emotional turmoil he was going through, Alexander's mother didn't care.

For a fleeting second, my eyes changed, turning pitch black, devoid of any light or emotion. The expression staring back at me was not my own. It was stoic, unfeeling, and utterly inhuman.

“We understand.” Lucas shifts his sitting position, stares at me and says, “Now the story behind those eyes of yours.” I shift in my seat and take a breath. “My Mother’s eyes used to do the same thing. When we experience extreme emotions, our eyes will change colour. The colour depends on the emotion. You just saw what causes green. For happiness, they don’t seem to change, but for anger, it’s dark grey with swirls of black and, for depression, ice blue. Found both of those out when I lost my parents.”

Ezrene felt like someone had snatched the land beneath her feet the second her eyes met with those nefarious blue eyes of Ziven. Her blood froze. Suddenly that air and darkness around her started suffocating her, especially the way he was looking at her. His eyes showed no emotion. No anger, no rage, nothing….but a completely dreadful silence which was prevailing in his gaze and that scared the life out of her. He was looking lethally calm and silent which filled more tears in her eyes in fear.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

He stepped back into the orange glare of the flickering halogen bulb, his head lifting until his eyes met mine. They were wide, dilated, and entirely steady. There was no anger in them. No fear. No calculation. For nine years, those eyes had spent every waking hour analyzing data streams, looking for anomalies, treating the world as a software problem that could be solved through absolute detachment. Now, they looked like two empty windows into an engine room that had been completely gutted by fire. "I am not going to fight you, Jeremy," he said. His voice was a gravelly, cracked rasp, but it held that same terrifyingly level, mechanical cadence. It was the voice of a system that had accepte

Every movement was purposeful, every gesture imbued with a silent confidence that commanded attention. But it was his eyes that held the most mesmerizing allure, a pair of orbs that gleamed like polished onyx in the dim light of the chamber. Behind their enigmatic depths lay a wellspring of emotion, a turbulent sea of passion and longing that threatened to consume all who dared to gaze upon them.

Just like a wilting flower, her body swayed slowly while her hand held a broken shattered mirror in the bedroom and placed it right before her small and thin wrist. Anyone who would see such a delicate beauty would be afraid for her, her beautiful face was something that anyone would die just to have, but her eyes were soulless. Just like a porcelain doll with no emotions nor life. There was clearly nothing blocking it at all, but her eyes were always covered by layers of mist, blurring others’ vision. As if she was about to go blind and people would not be able to tell what she was thinking or feeling. Her eyes resembled the vast empty void that was feared by many. At one glance, it was as