Emotionless Eyes Novels & Stories

Stuffs like this spurs James on and it was comical as hell, watching him slip into that mood effortlessly, where his smile would look so cold and he’d get this look in his eyes where he’d appear like a really emotionless maniquin and all all that was going to be controlling him or spurring him to make a move, was the anguished cry of the people he was currently torturing. “James?” I called out and he glanced at me, his eyes appearing as emotionless as ever and a quick glance at his hands showed that his hands were in a tight fist. Despite that the facial expression on his face was a really relaxed one, he was the complete opposite or relaxed at this moment and he could easily render someone

Sincerity was truly reflected in his emerald green eyes. 'Eyes that always calm me are so different from the dark black irises filled with sadness and suspicion. But... can I forget him?'

In fact, he is looking more handsome with his blonde hair which is usually in a messy state, gelled back nicely. Even though, he is looking nice physically, one thing I do not fail to notice is his eyes. His brown eyes that always sparkled are now almost dull. They hold no emotions. I have heard grooms always look at their brides with love and adoration in their eyes but his eyes holds no emotions at all. They are just void. I think this should ring a certain bell in my dumb head. Right? It looks like a clear example of what we call, serenity before a raging storm but me being me, continues to fill my head with non-existent hopes.

If anything I'm a lion, ignoring his loser self I sat at the table and placed Emily on my lap, she leaned back before watching the cartoon play on the screen. After about 10 minutes James sat down at the table with a sigh, glancing his way I huffed in annoyance. "James how bloody long do you take" I groaned making weird gestures with my hands making me look Italian. He smiled but didn't reply, What is it with him and hardly ever replying with words. His eyes literally tell stories. If you stare at them for long enough you see some sort of pain. Not regular pain though it's like guilt mixed with pain. His eyes also turn black when he's mad and they go hazely when he's happy.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

“Yet, in your work, beneath the vivid and exaggerated colors, there’s a consistent undercurrent of melancholy and isolation.” His dark, piercing eyes held hers, his expression calm yet impossibly deep. His gaze carried an almost unsettling intensity, as if he could see through every facade and peer directly into her soul. “Miss Larson, someone as young and beautiful as you—what could give rise to such a sorrowful perspective?” James had strikingly beautiful eyes—cold and enigmatic. When he gazed at someone in silence, it was almost as if he could see through every facade and into the depths of their soul.

“I’m sorry… just don’t like when people lie to my face—even if it’s in silence.” She nodded but still steered clear of me. “Then I’ll suggest you stop smiling.” I stared at her, hard. She tossed her hair. “I don’t know if you’re aware of the fact that your eyes do not reflect emotion like normal people’s. You have dead man’s eyes, which means that when you smile, it’s even scarier.” I said nothing—just watched the numbers climb up. She cleared her throat. “I’m not scared of you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Actually, I have a friend like that. She goes haywire when you lie to her face.”

He's going to be my undoing. There was silence between us. Neither of us said anything so we talked using our eyes. His emerald eyes searched for an answer, his eyes filled with emotion that I couldn't understand. I couldn't stand the intensity of his stare, so I looked down, away from him. According to a song from a certain artist,’Hips don’t lie’. However, I beg to differ. It should be stated that the eyes do not lie. Because it’s true. Whatever the emotion, the eyes convey what the heart desires. Eion was the emotionless type in this case, but now that he's standing in front of me, he's like a totally different person.

She answered in an indifferent and emotionless voice, "I am. The young man looked at the woman in front of him and examined her with his eyes. He was shocked by the way she appeared; she had snow-white skin, an oval face, attractive eyebrows, and a pair of soft red lips that were bright red like cherries, but her eyes appeared to be ready to turn into a gun and kill people; they also appeared cold, ruthless, and emotionless, as though she was incapable of feeling any emotions. When his eyes caught hers, the young man shivered unconsciously. He clenched his fist to control his feelings and forced a smile.

My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around