Isabella Cries Novels & Stories

As I sit in first class on the flight back to Texas, all I can think of is Drake. He has been the leading man in my fantasies and also the target of my rage for the past four years. I thought I would outgrow the urge to make him suffer over the years, but I have not. I still remember the hurt and humiliation I felt as he called me a silly little girl. I am a woman now. A curvy, strong, beautiful woman trained in manipulation. My years in Italy had changed me, I am no longer a shy tomboy with overalls and braids. I had left as Izzy and returned as Bella. My Italian family said Izzy was a child’s name and insisted on calling Bella if I refused to use my full name, Isabella. It fits now, in Ita

That would make sense if she were part of some satanic ceremony. Suddenly she can feel the shape of the dried blood on her forehead and just knows that it, too, is a pentagram. It is no longer a nice sensation and she wants to scream again, sure that her lungs are now capable of bringing the whole building down. But now she is unable to move a muscle, let alone scream. She finds that she can’t even blink, although her eyes are drying up and stinging quite badly. There is a sudden loud electrical crackle. Sparks of electricity come from the points of the pentagram around her. And then Isabelle knows no more.

CHAPTER FOUR | KORA ALEJANDRO ISABELLA I am having breakfast with the devil. I came downstairs for dinner as early as I could this morning even though I didn't have a wink of sleep last night. The events were too hunting for me to close my eyes to sleep. I see him sitting on the table, talking in the ears of one of his guards. I don't hear what they're talking about but from the way his lips move feverishly, I could tell the guard did something stupid and Damien is having none of his excuses.

Camila tried to cover up her emotions with a smile when all she really wanted to do was hug her mother and cry. "I will miss you, sis. You're still my best friend," Isabella pouted, unable to hold back her tears as she ran off to cry. "I will take care of your princess, Mom and Dad, trust me," Alejandro placed his hand on his chest, giving them an assuring look.

He chortled. Bianca screwed her face into a grimace and couldn't contain the pain she felt under his words, so she burst out angrily: "I used to think you were a real man, but now I have seen how pathetic and less of a man you are and would be." Isabella doesn't even have class; she is just a common girl who probably would be sleeping around for some money to take care of her fees. "Leave my shoulder; you are hurting me; you will regret this, I promise you!" She screamed.

"Bye beauty" "Bye" " Isabelle"She swerve and frown then walk to where Xander is standing,his fist clenched and his eyes red. "What happened?You don't look okay" Xander look away and she could see a lone tear from the corner of his eyes, she'd seen him cry before when his mother died but not after that,just a tear and nothing more but right now he seems broken...to pieces,fear grip Isabelle heart. "Talk to me" She pleads.

Her mouth opened in a wide terrifying scream as she watched Elara, the one woman she had taken as her sister drop to the floor, blood dripping out of her artery that had been cut open “No!” She screamed and just as she moved, strong hands wrapped around her. “ “How's the sight, Luna.” “No, no,” Isabella watched Elara gaggle while blood pulled at her feet, “stop, let me go,” she fought in the hands of the men holding her but she was no match. The hands wrapped around her tightly while everything inside her shattered as she watched Elara's hands drop beside her. She was gone. Elara was gone.

He wasn't even this meticulous when it came to Isabella. "Mommy?" Isabella called out. "Yes, sweetie, I am right here," I replied, quickly wiping away my tears. I sat up and saw her making her way toward me. I smiled as she attempted to climb onto the bed, which was a bit too high for her. I helped her up and pulled her close to me. She gazed at me for a moment and then inquired, "Why are you crying? Are you sad?" "No, sweetie. Why do you think I'm sad?" I asked while trying to clean my face.

Leo goggled speechlessly at the petite lady in front of him without knowing what to say after her outburst. He watch as her tears flow down her cheeks without her trying to fake it. "I am sorry master, please don't hate me. I will do anything you want me to" Isabella pleaded in tears, she couldn't tell exactly why she was doing this but she also didn't like the way he had been giving her cold shoulders and treating her meanly since yesterday. She bent her head as she fiddled with the tip of her clothes after saying that but the tears didn't stop streaming down her face which made Leo feel some kind of way he couldn't quite explain. He doesn't know why he feels that way by just seeing her cry

"Can you breathe? Do we need to call a doctor?" Isabella nodded weakly, still unable to speak as she wiped frosting from her eyes and mouth. She opened her mouth, her eyes welling up with tears, ready to launch into a performance of the wronged victim. But I was faster. Before she could utter a single word, I let my own eyes fill with tears, my lower lip trembling. I looked at Damien, my expression a perfect mask of heartbreak and betrayal, and then I launched myself into his arms, burying my face in the hard wall of his chest.