Isabella Cries Mga Nobela at Kwento

he panted, raising it toward me. “Xavier, please!” Isabella screamed, stepping between us. “Stop this! It’s over!” “Get away from him!” he barked, his hands shaking. “Come to me, Isabella, or I’ll kill him right now.” “Don’t listen to him!” I shouted. “He’s lost his mind!” He started counting. “One… Two…” “Stop!” Isabella ran to him, tears streaming down her face. “I’ll come! Just don’t hurt him!”

"God... oh God, Bella..." A sob broke out of my chest. Tears spilled over my eyes, running hot down my cheeks. I covered my face with both hands, shaking violently. The pain in my ribs was nothing compared to the awful, ripping feeling in my heart. I had done that to her. My greed for my empire, my blind trust in my father—I had murdered my own child and left my wife to bleed alone on a prison floor. "I cried until I didn't have any tears left," Isabella said, her voice cold and flat as stone. "I laid in that filthy hospital bed, listening to the rain outside, and I realized that the man who promised to love me had handed me the knife that killed our baby."

As soon as she finished speaking, her nose became sore, and tears rolled down her face. Isabella froze for a moment. Did she faint? She only knew that she was going to the bathroom, and when she was about to walk to the door, her mind was dizzy for a while, and then she didn't know anything. After a while, she smiled weakly, "Silly boy, what are you crying for? Don't cry, isn't mom all right?" Hazel couldn't hold back her tears, "I'm really scared to death," she said while crying, "Mom, don't scare me anymore, okay?"

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. I didn't wait for her to answer. I turned to go back to Isabella. Women like Valentina were snakes. But was she wrong? I stopped dead in my tracks and looked toward Isabella again. She was still stealing glances from that door. Then I watched her hand trembling as she brought it to her cheek, brushing away something wet. A tear. She is crying for him. The crystal glass in my hand threatened to shatter under my grip. For the first time in a few years, my heart ached like it had been stabbed.

“Or maybe I will.” Then she walked out, laughing. The kitchen finally fell silent as Isabella finally let the tears fall. Her chest tightened as sobs threatened to escape, but she bit down hard on her lip, tasting blood. She refused to cry loudly. She had learned long ago that tears only brought more punishment. Slowly, she forced herself to stand. Her knees trembled as she walked to the sink and turned on the tap. She held her injured hand under the running water, hissing as the blood washed away, revealing a shard of glass buried deep in her palm.

It seemed like her family was turning upside down by the day and there was nothing she could do about it, she felt annoyed that she felt helpless in all of these, plus the age difference between her and her family members made them not take so much thought into what she says, they feel she was still quite young to wrap her head round things like this. “Are you okay?!” Brie suddenly asked stepping forward to her not getting the energy that Isabella normally gave off. Isabella slowly turned to her, tears suddenly streaming down her face, “Oh my God” Brie muttered terrified, it was the first time she had ever seen Isabella cry, she stepped forward immediately and pulled her into an hug. “Don’t

I instantly lose the warmth he was giving and my body cries at the sudden lost of warmth. He was soon next to Luc, stroking his mane. "Let's go ride him then" A/N Isabella will not end up with Andrei. He is just a possible love interest. Don't go falling for him like I have.😭

Isabella’s POV My faith in Matteo’s love is being tested to an extent. Standing in front of Stella, kneeling in front of Matteo is too much for me. She looked miserable. Her palms clasped. Her lips quivering. Her eyes overflowed with tears. A perfect picture of pain and distress. She was crying, but I could see the evilness behind those tears. Like she was trying to make her existence known. Like she was trying to ruin a life that she wasn’t part of. And it was Matteo and Noah’s life with me.

Isabella pulled me into a fierce hug, my own emotions bubbling to the surface. “I can’t believe he’d do that,” she said, her voice tinged with anger. “You don’t deserve this, Genevieve. You’re one of the strongest people I know, but this… this isn’t fair.” I buried my face in Isabella’s shoulder, letting myself cry for a moment before pulling back. “I don’t know what to do, Isa. I feel so lost.” Isabella cupped my face, wiping away her tears. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now,”

Just then, Isabella's weak sobbing started up again. "Your Majesty…" Isabella cried out weakly. "I'm alright… Please, it wasn't Seraphina's fault…" She lay in her pool of blood, her eyes filled with crocodile tears. "She didn't mean to... We just had a small disagreement..." Caspian slowly turned to look at her, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "Is that so?" His gaze was arctic, laced with a killing intent so sharp it could cut bone. Isabella's words died in her throat.