Emotionless Eyes Novels & Stories

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

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?'

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.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” 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

“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.”

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.

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 just gazed at me, her eyes piercing and unyielding, as if waiting for me to explain or justify my outburst. It was then that I truly saw her eyes, like two rich, velvety brown pools that seemed to hold a depth of emotion and understanding. They were fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure, and their warmth drew me in like a gentle embrace. Her eyes were like melted chocolate, smooth and inviting, with hints of golden light that danced in their depths. They were eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul, and yet, they held a softness that made me feel like I was gazing into a gentle summer breeze.

His posture appeared relaxed to the untrained eye, but I had spent enough time studying the lines of his body to recognize the coiled tension beneath the surface. His face was unreadable, his expression carefully blank. Years of navigating the treacherous waters of his world had taught him to mask his emotions, to present an impassive facade regardless of the turmoil within. But his eyes... his eyes were lethal. Sharp, dark, burning with something dangerous. Something unforgiving.