Crying Isaac Novels & Stories

I begged, if she hung up, she was gone again. “Liam one more thing can you please tell Isaac that I love him and I miss him too” then she hung up and she was gone. The silence that followed was deafening. Looking to Joseph and Elizabeth they weren’t looking at me they were focused on the chair on the other side of the room. Looking over I found Isaac hunch over in his chair, with his head in his hands, crying, so hard his whole body shook. His mother who hadn’t really spoken to him since Lucy had left, walk over and hugged her son. She knew he regretted his actions the night he found out she was pregnant. Finding out that she hadn’t had the abortion and hearing her voice broke down the walls

"Congratulations." "Yes?" I encouraged happily, anxious to know what he had to say. "Welcome to the family and..." He moved closer to his dad in order to hide himself and shyly mumbled, "I love you." My heart tightened and I covered my eyes as tears clouded my vision. "Thanks, Isaac." "Are you crying?" Zack asked teasingly as he held the small of my back. "She's crying!?" Isaac asked, alarmed. "Did I say something to make her sad?"

Surfing the shelf of the cereals, ISAAC has an unreasonable fury erupt within ISAAC because ISAAC can't find any Lucky Charms. They're fucking out of stock? ISAAC'ma gonna bash this poor loser Luigi in the head with a gun and end his wretched life this very instant. There is very little in life that gets under ISAAC's skin. But a failed murder or a missing box of Lucky Charms are a couple of the very few things that can create a slight crack in ISAAC's hard exterior. And ISAAC's feathers have also recently been getting fluffed by one green-eyed girl. But ISAAC brushes that aside. Because ISAAC doesn't like to acknowledge the effect she has on ISAAC…

Isaac: Of course not. You’re the only woman in this world who can make me feel sad. Liliana immediately turned her face away, but I could still see tears streaming down her eyes. Me: Liliana, ignore them. That piece of trash isn’t even worth it— I whispered, unable to bear seeing her so heartbroken. Liliana was a strong girl. After hearing my words, she stopped crying almost immediately. She had finally realized that Isaac wasn’t worth feeling upset over at all.

“This isn’t how I wanted to break this to you. Let’s go talk about this in private.” Rebekah clutched the back of Isaac’s shirt, wanting to offer him comfort and at the same time keep her head above the churning waters that threatened to drown her. “You’re g*y?” Dr. Crandall bellowed. “My son is g*y? Impossible!” “Dad—” Isaac reached for his father’s hand, but he jerked away. “Don’t touch me.” “Will you listen?” Isaac said, and wiped a leaky eye on the back of his hand.

I sit on my shin and keep my forehead on the ground as a full blown sob erupts through me. The walls of the bathroom witnessing my wailing as I cry my eyes out. My shouts of helplessness and pain echoing in the bathroom. Suddenly I feel someone's hand on my back and before I can understand I move away. Crawling to the other corner and my back collides with the small bathtub. With alert eyes I look in front to see Isaac with that indifferent look of his. Water cascading on him. “Get up." I don't move. I clench my fist as they wouldn't stop trembling. Not finding me moving he takes a step ahead and instantly I scramble on my feet unconsciously.

I asked. "I promise you that we will. I know that we will. I know that you must be feeling like crap right now. Pregnant and alone without your mate." Isaac says. "It's hell actually. Not that I'll let anyone else see it." I say. "I know. You wait until you're alone before you shed a tear or show any emotions." He says. "How do you know that?" I asked. "Because I've heard you crying while you've been alone." He says.

He raked his short hair back and forth. Isaac landed him a hot slap, which had him falling to the ground. He cried out, jumped away from the corpse, and his trembles intensified. Isaac squatted before him as he hugged his knees, his eyes tearing up. “Will you tell me the truth?”

Hashtag amateur. "I'm sorry, sir!" Isa sputtered once she stopped coughing. Fresh tears ran down her cheeks - a physical reaction, I hoped, not a psychological one. Her second attempt was more successful. This time she merely licked, watching my eyes to study my reaction. I favored her with the slightest of nods as my cock jumped beneath her tongue.

We then tied one end of a thin rope around his private parts while tying the other end to a spooked horse. Isaac shrieked in terror. The immense fear gripping his heart made him wet himself. "No! I've learned my lesson! Please forgive me!" I waved the riding crop around and asked, "Did the three-month-old baby in Sarah's belly do anything wrong?" The horse let out a loud whinny when I slapped the riding crop against its rear. When Isaac lost consciousness from the excruciating pain, we threw a bucket of cold water over him to wake him up. We wanted him to watch as we fed his private parts to a pack of wild dogs.