Emotionless Synonym Novels & Stories

Not violent. Something quieter and certain.

It was driving him nuts. " You look beautiful when you smile." He said but regretted it the next minute. The magnificent and alluring smile he just Saw a second ago disappeared like it never existed. Her beautiful face was then replaced by her usual emotionless look. He wondered what could have changed her to this kind of a person she was today. He was damn sure she wasn't like this always but he wouldn't let his curiosity get the better of him

I glanced away and just returned the book to the shelves. "You haven't answered my question yet." "What question?" He is getting into my nerves. What an annoyance. "Aren't you happy?" I think there's no point in lying anyway, so I decided to tell him. "I don't feel happiness." "Then you're sad?" "I don't feel sadness either. I don't feel any emotions. Rage, happiness, sadness, disgust, anything. I don't feel anything." He was quite shocked by my answer, but I was surprised when he smiled at me.

I know too well. I latch onto the handrail with my free hand as if my life depends on it—because it does. My breath shudders as I look at Edward with pure horror. His back is to me for a second, but when he turns, his eyes… God. They turn void. Emotionless. Empty in a way that shouldn’t be human. The grey looks almost dead—so hollow they hold no life, no mercy, nothing.

The silence stretched until it felt like a physical weight in the room. "Most people who value privacy do not choose to become engaged to one of the most visible, highly scrutinized businessmen in the country," Silas said. His voice never changed volume. It never rose in anger; it never fell in sympathy. That absolute lack of emotion was what made him terrifying. Anger could be managed, redirected, or used against a person. Emotion was a lever you could pull. But Silas didn’t give anyone a lever. He gave them nothing but a mirror reflecting their own anxiety.

His amber eyes were cold and staring at me with a low simmering rage. “ I’m sorry we shouldn't be doing this.” He said while muttering strings of curses. His face was still as frigid as snow. Emotionless. Stoic. Impassive. I raised my eyebrow, “Why? Is there anything wrong with what we are doing?” I said softly and the last two words were more of a whisper than anything. I fiddled with my fingers a little and lowered my eyes not wanting to see any form of denial, but his next answer hit me right in the gut.

The pin drop silence made the atmosphere more dense. Enrico gazed at her expecting a snarky reply but all he got was a harsh glare with deadness lurking around her dull sapphires, no emotions, nothing. “You expected me to cry, Enrico?” Her icy voice floated in the air as she tilted her head with both her brows arched up. “But too bad, you aren't gonna get it.” She protectively crossed her arms over her chest, making her look intimidating as ever. “You know why?” She paused looking back and forth between the three old brothers who were now attentive yet distant at the same time. “Its because I don't give a fuck about you all or the world. I have nothing left. Oh and hatred? Too bad, I don't f

"Tell me about killing the Architect. Not the tactical details. The emotional experience." "I felt powerful. In control. Like I was finally taking action instead of just reacting." I paused. "And then I felt nothing. Just watched her body fall and felt nothing. No guilt, no remorse, no satisfaction. Just empty." "And that emptiness scared you." "Yes. Because the person I used to be would have felt something. Remorse at minimum. The fact that I felt nothing means I've become someone else. Someone capable of killing without emotion. Someone dangerous."

He should be angry at her for what she did, he should be appalled, instead, he was angry at the man for touching her. "My dad has a use for him. I'm tired of answering questions and this conversation is rather dull." She said and stood up. She had no empathy whatsoever in her voice, her face was blank and there was no sign of any emotion on her face. There was a cold aura surrounding her, and he wondered how a person could be that apathetic?

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT; A Message -- Tyler Barns is known as an emotionless man. He faces almost everyone with his usual stoic demeanor and void-of-feelings face. If he’s happy, he doesn’t show it. If he's sad, he doesn’t show it. If he’s angry, he rarely shows it—and that is only when he is really, really angry that not even his fiancé, his mother, or his father knows how to quench the raging flames.