Isabella Cries Novels & Stories

Isabella had no idea that there were cameras all over the room and each time she was inside, Lucas was in the control room watching her. Isabella, thinking she had finally won, let out a small gasp. She clapped her hands together, almost in disbelief. “Wow…” she whispered. “Finally. All his wealth would be mine.” I could feel my pulse in my ears. She reached out and tapped my body like I was nothing more than an object. “You did well, Victor,” she murmured. “Goodbye, my love.” She stood up, smoothed her dress, and then... She screamed. “NOOO! CALL THE DOCTOR! HE’S DEAD! HE’S DEAD!”

Dominic smiled faintly and asked, "What do you think?" Isabella stared at him blankly. A few seconds later, she suddenly screamed and threw herself into his arms. "Honey!" This time, her tears finally flowed freely. She clung tightly to Dominic and broke into loud sobs, sounding unbearably aggrieved. Dominic's heart trembled. He gently patted her back and softly said, "It's okay now. Everything's okay." Isabella cried even harder, as though she wanted to pour out every grievance she had kept buried in her heart. Soon, her tears completely soaked Dominic's chest.

“So now you realize your mistake? You know that you shouldn't have cursed him?” Isabela nodded slowly. Tears were already rolling down her cheeks which she quickly wiped away. "This can't happen, I can't cry. No one should see me when I'm weak." I went over to her quickly and held her shoulders. “Let it go.” I wonder what kind of suffering she had gone through before, it also seemed like it had something to do with why she didn't dare to express her emotions. Even though crying is natural even for a Queen. And so her crying broke out, getting louder and louder.

Isabella gasps when she sees his state. “Darling, what happened?” She asks, tears already running down her face. She doesn’t know. The pain is real in her eyes and her heart. The same goes for Elijah. Isaiah didn’t tell them. “SHE IS FUCKING DEAD! I… IVVVYYY.” He cries again, leaning heavily onto Aiden and I as Astra and Alisa begin to cry behind us. “But how can she?”

The woman holds her cheek in her hands, her eyes surprised. “You have no authority anymore Thalia, and if you do not stop from giving orders to pack members and guards, then I will have to have you removed. I couldn’t care less who you are or what you think! This is OVER! Stop or leave.” Isabella screams. Elijah wraps his arms around her, kissing her temple, while his mother cries with fake tears. She’s demanding him to reject her and cast her out. He rolls his eyes.

Isabelle started but when she got to the end she started sobbing. "What did they do wrong?... I wanted to find that woman and kill her for revenge but when the stupid police later found her... She was dead! Dead!" She yelled pulling at her nicely made hair. "Hey hey... Shhh. Come here." He said pulling her into his chest. "Why...? Why did they have to die? Why couldn't they stay? Why...?" She sobbed into his chest for a while grabbing his black shirt in a little fist with Chris patting her hair down as she sobbed before she slept off.

My identity was the only thing I had left. “I—“ I didn’t have the words, and I couldn’t form a sentence; I only stared at him as if he had grown two horns. Kill Isabella Monroe, the woman who was betrayed, the woman who trusted too easily, the woman who lost everything because she was too blinded to see the truth. Those were the words that rang in my head. "Do you think you're strong enough for that?" he asked, his voice quieter now. "You're falling apart over your face, Isabella . What makes you think you can get revenge when you're losing your mind over a scar?"

"What are you? A doctor?" Goddammit! I need her to shut her fucking mouth while I make sure she's fine. Her skin felt like fire seconds ago. Her face is pale and she definitely has been crying. Now that's a sight I'd pay real money to see. Isabella Jordans crying? "I'm fine, not like you care anyway. I'll just..." She tries to move, but I throw her one of my deadliest glares, reserved for opponents at the fighting grounds, and she's still as a rock.

Instead, muffled voices came through— "Professor! You actually came to celebrate my birthday! But... but today is Isabella's birthday too. Don't you need to be with her?" "It's fine. She has lots of friends and family there, but you only have me, don't you?" "Professor..." The girl's moved sobs were suddenly muffled, then transformed into erotic moans... Isabella finally couldn't take it anymore and hung up. She thought she'd be devastated, but found she couldn't even cry. Perhaps when disappointment reaches its peak, tears simply won't come. She took a deep breath and dialed a number. "Hello." As soon as the call connected, she spoke immediately. "Did you get all the photos?"

blurts out Isabella, tears now threatening to fall as she finally confronts the men in front of her. “And out of everything, EVERYTHING that you four could have done to me, between the spanking, to the chains and cuffs to hell, even that dark awful room, I could have taken it with a grain of salt and not cared. But when you flat out murdered two people that I loved and cared for, you all crossed a line! So tell me, Why? Why should I forgive you when it’s me who broke all your rules, me who decided to run away from you, not once, but twice and me, your sole target in all of this? So again, I ask you why? Why?! Would you do that to someone you claim to love and cherish?” screams Isabella final