Isabella Garcia-shapiro Crying Novels & Stories

For several seconds, she simply stared blankly at him. As though confirming he was really there. Something inside Alexander’s chest tightened strangely. Then— Her eyes reddened again. Alexander: “…” He lowered the glass helplessly. “Why are you crying again?” His tone sounded unusually awkward. Honestly, throughout his life, Alexander Sterling had handled billion-dollar negotiations more calmly than this. But Isabella’s tears genuinely made him panic. “I’m not crying…” she muttered weakly despite the tears gathering once more. Her voice sounded hoarse and pitiful from crying too much earlier.

I had watched it burn in the fireplace, but the image of those shriveled, brown petals was burned into my retinas. "Isabella is dead," I whispered to the empty room, my voice a jagged edge of glass. "My mom had the prisoners finish her off.” I poured a glass of twenty-year-old scotch, the amber liquid trembling slightly. I hated the tremor. I hated that a bunch of dead flowers and a card had reduced Clara to a blubbering, hysterical mess upstairs. She was currently sedated, a weak, useless replacement for the woman I had broken. Isabella had been many things, fragile, beautiful, silent but she had never been annoying.

Isabella’s POV Romeo gently turned me away from the sunlit lounge, away from the giant liar and away from the brunette who had just claimed to be his wife. My vision was completely blurred with hot, angry tears. Every single step felt like walking through wet cement. My chest was entirely consumed by a crushing, humiliating grief that I had no right to feel. I was Isabella Santiago. I belonged to Mateo. So why did leaving this room feel like I was leaving my entire world behind?

Isabel's POV. Jason' eyes trailed to the floor, narrowing slightly as he noticed something near my feet. My heart practically jumped as I realized that he was about to see the pregnancy test kit. Before he could bend down to take it, I dove for it, my hands slightly shaking from the entire tension. In my rush, the sharp edge of the test's packaging cut into my palm, drawing blood. “isabel, you're bleeding,” Jason said as he stood up from his chair. He reached for my hand, but I jerked it away.

She smirked at her and walked towards her. She changed her expression to an exciting smile. "It's good to see you, Bella! I missed you!" as soon as Diara told her name. Aquam felt like a splash of cold water engulfing his body. He couldn't believe what he heard. Isabella!!! She's his ex- fiancé! His mouth opened for a second to speak, but no words came out. Monique and Benedict weren't doing well either. They already knew Bella's drastic change when Diara told them about the event that happened at the store, but still couldn't believe their own eyes. They wouldn't even recognize her if they see her somewhere else.

Isabella shouted, rushing forward and knocking the pills out of her hand. “What are you doing here? Get out! You don’t have to pretend to care about me!” Miley screamed through her tears. “Miley, calm down! What’s wrong with you? There are so many people out there who would give anything to live, and you want to throw your life away?” Isabella cried.

Isabella's POV For some unknown reasons I felt good , Dave just kissed my forehand , I felt a lurch in my stomach , I ran straight to the toilet to empty my stomach content , I was definitely going to regret yesterday for a while. I got off from my bed after clearing the takeouts dave bought , I changed from the clothes I wore the previous night , carefully removing my bra and lingerie, I went under the shower, I let the water do miracles , I needed a soothing aid . I came out of the shower after spending close

She hugged her knees and rested her chin against them, a trace of sadness appearing on her face. 'Why did he have to be my sister's ex-husband? Why did he have to be Lilith's father?' Before Isabella truly let go, she could only bury these feelings deep in her heart. This matter could never be spoken aloud. As the thoughts piled up, a faint shimmer appeared in her clear eyes. She pressed her lips together and prepared to get up. The moment she shifted slightly, a sharp pain forced a gasp from her throat, and tears finally spilled over.

"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.

My voice was colder than I intended, but I couldn’t help it. I glared at Isabella, with her golden hair perfectly styled. She didn't look as vindictive as she used to be. She looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were red and her face was stained with tears.. Elena stood next to her, looking like a fragile old woman. What was going on? “Everly,” Isabella said with a trembling voice. She knelt down and clutched her hands together as if she wanted to pray. “Please, hear us out.”