Isabella Garcia-shapiro Crying Novels & Stories

She sobbed, wiping her tears off. “Really?” Adrian was skeptical. “I truly am sorry. I should have just accepted the reality of having lost you. I know I can't have you back, I was just too selfish to accept it. I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have come.” She avoided eye contact with him, feeling ashamed of herself. “I find it hard to believe that you've suddenly turned a new leaf, Isabella. I know how crooked you can get.” Adrian said with a raised eyebrow and Isabella shook her head, more tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked terrified.

But I soon realize it's none else than Isabella. "Hey, Isabella" I call her. She turns around and looks at me with teary eyes. Oh! What's wrong? "What happened? Why are you crying ?" I ask. She wipes her eyes quickly. "I- I have a journalism presentation first hour. I had worked on the project for more than 1 week. But now suddenly my laptop isn't working. And I don't have my project copied on a pen drive or anything," she says and lets out a sob.

Two in the morning. I found over a hundred transfer records on my husband Derek's phone. Every single one was for five, ten, or fifteen dollars. I opened the recipient's Instagram profile and found a feed full of pink hair, smoky eye makeup, and skin-tight low-rise jeans. Underneath was a caption that stung: "Thanks for the hot dogs, Pops. Spoiled again today." And the first person to like the post was my own daughter, Crystal, a well-behaved high school senior.

Clara said, I nod my head burying my face into my laps crying. “Do you really need to cry?.” Arabella finally talked, I raised my head up to look her. “What did you just say?.” I said angrily. “Have you forgotten who you are Isabella.” “You are Isabella Blackshaw, your parents were killed by Veronica, your life was hard because of her, your love life was destroyed because of her, then what, your twins sisters, one was killed cause of her and I’m the only living soul together with you, we are the only living Blackshaw, Bella. Do I need to scream our duties into your brain huh.” She screamed, seeing how angry she was, I calmed down a bit.

“Would you like to share who you are grieving?” Elijah lowered his eyes to his hands. His knuckles were pale, but he had trimmed his nails neatly. There was no ring on his left hand anymore. “Elena,” he said. “My mate.” The word settled over the room without meaning for anyone except him. The woman in the floral dress shifted quietly. She would later introduce herself as Margaret, and grief drifted from her like soft perfume. “I am sorry for your loss,” Dr. Chen said gently. Elijah did not answer. He had heard that sentence so often it had lost all shape and weight. Nothing anyone said could reach the place where the wound existed.

Grayson watched her expression cycle patiently wounded, then stubborn, then pitiful all over again. What a performance. Isla's face went completely blank at the words "doubles every year." Frozen solid. Five million. Ten million within a year. This man devours people whole and doesn't even spit out the bones. "WAAAAAH—" Isla's face crumpled and she burst into tears without any warning at all. The sobbing was theatrical, heartbroken, devastating. Watching her cry, something close to alarm flickered across Grayson's otherwise burning gaze. "Don't cry," he said sharply.

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.

(Trigger warnings Ahead:[Spice of violence]read at your own risk] "I'm sorry" Isabelle slump to the ground her eyes widened,her hands and legs shaking as she look at the dead body, one she'd touched yesterday,warm but not cold and battered,she scream one hollow,of pain,of grieve, Isabelle cried. >>>"I know,I know it's private but I can't help watching my favorite couples,why don't you come over today?" "Yeah,Um...Isabelle, Can I call you Isa?"

“F-ck you, Ferdinand! You ruined everything!” Scarlett sat on the floor with her face covered because she couldn’t take it all in. “Where did I go wrong? Why have all the plans been ruined?” she asked. She rubbed her face out of frustration. “I want to end all of this, but... why…? I don’t know what to do!” she burst into tears in front of her cousins over her failed plans. “First, they caught Erin. Second, our grandfather! Damn it! I will kill him! I-I will…” she couldn't speak anymore, so she just cried to let out her anger.

Bella's eyes fluttered open, a flicker of awareness dancing within their depths. With trembling fingers, I reached out to cup her face, the warmth of her skin a reassurance that she was indeed alive and in my arms. Tears welled in her eyes, mirroring the emotions that swirled within my own heart. "I'm sorry, Isabella," I whispered, my voice choking with remorse. "I'm sorry for everything you've endured, for every moment I've failed to protect you." She looked at me, her eyes searching mine for sincerity. She looked so pale and sobbed quietly when she found out that she had lost her pregnancy. I was in pain too but I had to comfort her.