Emotionless Synonym Novels & Stories

He started to say in a low whine and I rolled my eyes at him as a small laugh left my lips at that. “I guess I am way better at hiding my emotions, now isn’t that right?” I mumbled in a low voice and James agreed immediately, nodding his head along what he started to say almost immediately. “You have no idea, man. You’re as emotionless as a stone on most days and your emotions barely cross your face.”

"You are my mate. My equal." "Equal?" My voice cracked on the word. "Do equals brand each other like cattle?" Silence stretched between us. His hand fell to his side, his knuckles whitening as he clenched his fist. I could feel the bond now, thrumming between us like an invisible chain—every heartbeat of his echoing faintly in my chest, every flicker of my fear reflecting in his gaze. It terrified me.

He hissed, speaking the unquestionable truth. “We are but it cannot define our action of murdering innocents.” Tabit nodded in agreement, taking a step closer. She was the most emotionless and dealing with emotion was beyond her reach, she didn’t know what to say to help. “Nor could it cease my aversion. None of your words could help me.” Enunciating, he almost lost his mind, taking rapid furious breaths. “What else did you do except for letting Death in?” Tabit asked coldly, not bothering to sympathize with his state, his emotions anymore.

"Then what do you call narrowing your eyes at someone, clenching your teeth, and feeling as though you want to strangle them?" "I don't hate Emily. Hate is too intense an emotion. The truth is, I feel a complete emotional numbness towards her. She evokes no feelings in me, neither positive nor negative. And I'd be forced to take a drastic decision towards her if she didn't leave this pack house as she should."

It was his turn to change the topic. "I don't know." "You haven't asked anyone about it?" "I don't want to. I enjoy it anyway." "Really?" He said sarcastically. "Yes. When my parents died, I did not shed a tear, I did not feel anything. Although my brain told me that it was a horrible thing, sad as well, but nothing came out. Probably because emotions are more like hypothetical constructs. They're...much more different and beyond what my nervous and endocrine systems tell me. But I think I've become used to it already that I have learned to like it. Not having emotions means not letting myself to get hurt. Who wouldn't enjoy something like that?"

Like my true heroes these two up and ran here when I called them. “Why is there still no word? What’s taking so long? Shouldn’t we have heard something by now?” I croak, voice faint and weak. Finally, that weird, numb, emotionless state I had earlier has dampened enough to feel something beyond emptiness, but I'm not fully ok yet. Still dampened as though smothered in cotton wool, which is holding off the brunt of my intense emotions.

Terribly, silently angry. The realization sent a fresh wave of nausea through me. Sliding his zipper down, the sound echoed around us, amplified by the oppressive silence. My hands stopped, hovering uncertainly. My fingers clenched and unclenched, a nervous tic that betrayed my inner turmoil. When I looked up, his face was a mask. All the usual amusement, the cruelty, the possessive hunger – gone. He was staring at me without any emotion, his eyes flat and cold. It was worse than anger; it was a chilling detachment

I say without emotion in my voice. “You will like. "I think so," I say sarcastically.

" I frowned. "Umm.." He looked almost uncomfortable, looking to the side trying to think of an answer. When he looked back at me, I noticed his eyes and face were emotionless, completely blank. Once again, the happy cheerful guy was gone and he looked almost unrecognisable. It is almost funny and surprising how a mood or moment can change one's features making them look like a completely different person. "Let's just say some places are...off-limits." He said, carefully choosing his words. Even his tone of voice came out emotionless; a monotonal sentence.

Zaine hugged her bestriend on that. I smiled sadly at the picture. He still has a special space for him. I must accept that. "Nothing." He hid the thing he was jolding and faced me. He just looked at me with no trace of emotion in his eyes. He used that expression whenever he is not in a good state. Based on my observation upon him, he will just be emotionless all of the sudden for a reason we can't determine. But when he is in a good mood, he always has that warm smile that always captivates people around him. That is his impact. The duality of this guy.