Isabella Garcia-shapiro Crying Novels & Stories

She released my hair and stepped in front of me and her hand connected with my face. The slap was loud in the quiet bakery. I did not move. "Isabelle—" The second slap landed before I could finish the word. She was crying. I had never seen Isabelle Ferreira cry like this. Not the composed tears of the woman Jade had described at the dress fitting years ago. Not the careful sadness of someone who had processed things properly. This was the broken-open version. The version that had been being held for months or years and had finally run out of space and was simply happening.

Isabella'S POV “Give me a mirror,” I demanded. My hands were shaking, and my heart felt like it was about to explode out of my chest. My voice wavered, panicked, shaky. This couldn’t be happening. My face… the one thing I had left, wasn’t mine anymore. Malakai hesitated. “Isabella, I don’t think—”

She could wake up tomorrow and decide to wreck Isabella's life. Isabella Clarke was not a woman who cried. She had learned very young that tears were tools, not emotions, and that the moment you used them on yourself, you had already lost. So she did not cry. She had spent weeks ruminating on what step to take to protect herself in case Evelyn decided to follow through.

ISABELLA POV The air was calm, yet heavy with memories. I stood quietly in front of the grave, my fingers trembling as I dropped a white flower on it. The petals brushed softly against the stone before falling to the ground. My eyes blurred, and before I could stop them, tears slipped down my cheeks. It had been a rough month. Everything that happened felt like a dream I hadn’t fully woken up from.

"Isabel, you don't have to apologize for anything. You've been through hell. I understand. Her lips trembled, and she looked away for a moment. "But I've been so. so closed off, Jaxon. I didn't know how to. how to let you in. Not when I'm scared of losing everything." "You don't have to do this alone," I said, taking her hand gently in mine. "Not now. Not ever.

Isabella replied as her eyes started to dim little by little before Alpha Liam tapped her again. "Bella…I know we are old but…please, I can't…can't do this without you." Alpha Liam started to cry while Isabella struggled to wipe his tears away with her bare shaky hands. "Don't…don't cry L…iam. Marvel and…and…Sharon…mustn't see you as a weak vessel okay." she tried to encourage him but couldn't control the water that was also rolling down her eyes too "I know…I know…i'm going to miss you." he said as he tried to cover his eyes.

Isabella’s POV My feet wouldn’t move. I stood frozen in the doorway, one hand still gripping the handle like it was the only thing keeping me upright. The sight of him…broad shoulders curved inward, head bowed, silent tears shaking a body that had never once looked small until this moment…hit me harder than any punch. Why the hell would I care this much? The question ricocheted inside my skull, sharp and accusing. He’s crying, Isabella. The man who kidnapped you is crying because you won’t look at him, and your heart feels like it’s being ripped out of your chest. Why?

The creature stopped in front of the house and carefully placed Isabel’s body on the ground. Isabel’s mom, Paulina let out a deep sob as soon as she saw her daughter’s injured and lifeless body. She pushed past Xavi and Rodrigo and fell on her knees before her daughter’s body. Her entire body racked with sobs. Xavi looked away as tears welled up in his eyes. He couldn’t believe his cousin didn’t make it. It was impossible. No one and nothing could defeat his cousin.

Anguish and frustration boiled within her, the unfairness of her plight echoing through her being. In the grip of overwhelming despair, Isabella's internal cries reverberated, and her body started trembling with the force of her emotions as she started shaking. doctor Jerry just stood there knowing fully well he couldn't do anything. The room seemed to waver around her, the sterile walls and medical equipment fading into insignificance in the face of her inner turmoil. Gabriel's arms quickly enveloped Isabella's shoulders as he held her, feeling her trembling with anger. Tears streamed down his face as he spoke softly to her, "Isabella, I'm so sorry. I hope you can overcome this and prove th

“So now you realize your mistake? You know that you shouldn't have cursed him?” Isabela nodded slowly. Tears were already rolling down her cheeks which she quickly wiped away. "This can't happen, I can't cry. No one should see me when I'm weak." I went over to her quickly and held her shoulders. “Let it go.” I wonder what kind of suffering she had gone through before, it also seemed like it had something to do with why she didn't dare to express her emotions. Even though crying is natural even for a Queen. And so her crying broke out, getting louder and louder.