Isabella Cries Novels & Stories

curled into a ball while her hand clutched her tummy. Her face was streaked with tears, and she wouldn't speak to anyone. Eventually, Isabella said, "I think she wants to be alone. I'll be back later when you are able to talk, princess. Remember, talking helps with whatever pain you may be going through." After speaking, Isabella walked out. Her eyes were also red as she wiped away her tears. "What happened? Why are you crying?" Angelo asked. Isabella shook her head. "It's just that seeing Ella in so much pain hurts me... I think she got her heart broken."

Isabella's heart sank as she understood the depth of what had been happening right under her nose. Caleb and Scarlett, lost in their moment of pleasure, remained unaware of Isabella's presence. Scarlett, confident that Isabella was still blissfully unaware and enjoying her spa treatment, continued to moan with abandon, while Caleb eagerly reciprocated. The sound of their passion echoed through the room, mocking Isabella's shattered trust. The floodgates of emotion burst open within Isabella. The pain and anger welled up, transforming into a raw, heartbreaking scream. Tears fell down her cheeks as she unleashed her anguish into the air.

Her eyes started watering and she felt hot tears running down her cheek when she finally spoke up to ask Leonardo another question. "How did y-" Her eyes shot open when her mouth suddenly felt dry as a desert. The tears came streaming down faster. "She wants you out of the picture, because you steal the man she loves and that's your ex-husband," Leonardo added, that only made Isabella cry even harder. ~ Elijah hurriedly run towards Isabella when she saw her sitting at the side of the road on the sidewalk, crying. "Isabella! Are you alright? Did something happen?" he asked as his fingers touched hers. Isabella looked up and stand from sitting as she hugged Elijah tightly.

"Mummy, why did you treat Lysander like that?" We both turned. Isabella was standing at the end of the hallway, her small hands fisted at her sides. Her little chest was heaving with suppressed emotion, and her expression was a mirror of heartbroken anger I’d never seen on her face before. Tears streamed down her cheeks. My heart shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces. "Baby," I whispered, my voice thick with guilt as I stepped towards her. But she shook her head, her lower lip trembling violently. "He's our friend! He's nice to us! He makes you smile! Why were you so mean?!" Her voice broke on the last word, a sob escaping that was far too large for her small frame.

The cab that brought her was waiting for her. “Do you need a ride?” the driver said with a small sad smile. Isabella smiled. She knew that she probably looked crazy with the way tears streamed from her face as she smiled but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything anymore. “Yes...thank you.” Her voice croaked as she responded. Isabella got into the back. This time she didn’t cry loudly as tears streamed from her face. Instead she laughed. She laughed at the fact that her step mother and sister succeeded in ruining her life.

She blinked back the tears that welled up in her eyes, hoping to find solace or reassurance within the note, but it provided no answers. Overwhelmed by a surge of emotion, Isabella sank to her knees, her body succumbing to the weight of her pain, both physical and emotional. She drew her legs close to her chest, curling into a vulnerable ball as tears streamed relentlessly down her face. The isolation and abandonment she felt in that moment consumed her, leaving her feeling small and shattered.

He maintained. "Oh God." Isabella cried with a low voice, releasing more tears from her eyes. She was still crying when her favorite aunt, Amelia, suddenly entered. Isabella got up and ran towards her crying at the same time; they merged into a hug. Isabella's crying became more aggravated now while Amelia kept saying, “Calm down, calm down.” Owen rolled his eyes knowingly. From the look of things, Isabella had already gone to see her before coming over to their parents.

I felt the dam break, and tears streamed down my cheeks. Isabella stepped closer, wrapping her arms around me in a comforting embrace. I leaned into her, the warmth of her body a small solace against the storm inside me. "I miss him, Isabella," I choked out, my voice trembling as fresh tears fell. "I just want to know he’s okay."

Isabella sat next to me and threw her arm over my shoulders. “True, you are,” she said with a sigh, lying back on my bed. I joined her lying shoulder to shoulder, and I grabbed her hand. “I’m sorry, Isa. I would never abandon you, you know that. I just needed some time, that’s all.” “I know,” she said, squeezing my hand. I looked at her and noticed her tears still streaming down her face. “Wait, what about Victoria? Where was she when all this happened?” Isabella started crying more. Shit! Through her sobs, she recollected what happened before the mall, and all I could do was hold her.

Isabella had turned a moaning mess beneath him until she fined a certain kind of tightness, forming inside her lower abdomen. She tossed her head and her nails dug in the sheet. That heaviness was making her restless, desperate. She squeezed against his fingers and closed her eyes more tightly. Tears started rolling down from the corner of her eyes because it was beyond endurable for her. Isabella didn't know why she was trying to hold it back maybe because she was too inexperienced. He understood that she had reached her high. He increased his pace more and kissed her tears.