Emotionless Synonym Novels & Stories

His eyes were a striking, stormy gray and remarkably dispassionate. I hadn’t had much time to judge him face to face but so far at this altar, he was beyond hard to read. He was utterly stoic, unemotional,cold. And if I had to guess at reading him just then, I’d say he was disinterested to the point of boredom. I looked away first. I was deep in my thoughts, but I didn’t miss a beat when I heard my cue. “I do.” The words left my lips with no hesitation.

No careful calibration of emotion for an audience. What I saw was worse than any of those things. It was emptiness. A vast, hollow, echoing emptiness where a person should have been. Not the emptiness of sadness or grief or loss — those are full emotions, dense with meaning. This was the emptiness of absence. Of something that was never there to begin with. As if the Lily I had grown up with — the sister, the rival, the shadow — had always been a projection of humanity, and the thing behind the projection was simply... nothing.

Emory did it with such calmness, without an ounce of mercy! *

There was no expression on his face, no flicker of emotion at all. He tossed a few suitcases on the rumpled bed without a preamble. "I brought you some fresh clothes," he stated gruffly, all hint of warmth or feeling carefully stripped from his voice, leaving it flat and emotionless. "Hurry up and get dressed, we need to disembark." With those curt words, he turned and left the room again. I watched him go, feeling like my heart had shriveled up into a dull, throbbing lump of lead in my chest.

Her eyes were wide, unblinking, and entirely unreadable. I walked over and sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her tailored shoulders. "Are you okay, Em?" "I don't know," she said, her voice completely steady. No tremors. No tears. "That's a normal reaction." "Is it?" She turned her head slowly to look at me, her dark eyes completely vacant of the warmth I had spent a lifetime falling in love with. "Is it normal to feel absolutely nothing after ordering the termination of a human life, Axel?"

The heavy kind. The only sound in the room was the steady tapping of keyboards, sharp and precise, echoing faintly in the wide space. There were no small conversations, no laughter, no whispers exchanged between coworkers. Everyone seemed locked into their screens, their eyes fixed, their expressions neutral, as if the world around them did not exist beyond numbers and calculations. Emily’s gaze moved slowly across the room as she took it all in. It felt… cold. Different. She adjusted her hold on the files in her hands and walked further inside, her heels making soft sounds against the polished floor. A few people glanced up briefly, but their attention quickly returned to their screens, uni

His expression didn’t change. “I don’t care,” he replied, his voice flat. Emotionless.

I'd been called a heartless, emotionless, ice-cold and many other names over the time and I must confess that those names didn't really come out of nowhere. Despite what I said about the media earlier, I was willing to admit that they were actually accurate on naming me because I was exactly that. At least one of that, for sure. Emotionless. Over the years, I'd mastered the art of schooling my emotions and fixing a stoic expression on my face whenever I interacted with the general population. Meaning anyone out of 'Eves' list of good people'.

Her face which always filled with blush every passing second was bereft of any sort of emotions. It was harder reading her as she did not give out any emotions at all; hurt, anger, sadness, heartbreak, happiness or confusion; it was just blank and void. Her eyes held nothing. My heart ached as my wolf whimpered softly within me. ‘Mate—‘ That was just the word Aegus muttered. I wanted her too and I didn’t want to deprive him of her. I could never be that cruel.

His expression turned happy to serious. "But it's okay if you don't, I won't force you," I said and smiled at him to assure him. "It lessens my mental tension, it de-stress me every time I intake it." "Why do you need to take those when you can just do something fun like sports or travelling to solace your deep sorrow." "It's the easiest way." "Yeah it is, but it'll get you in danger." "Let's just not talk about it." "Alright, I'm sorry."