Isabella Garcia-shapiro Crying Novels & Stories

She took one last look at the person who had raised her, bit her lip to hold back the pain, and left. She walked very fast, as if there was some monster chasing her from behind. In fact, there was no monster, but she was afraid that she would not be able to control her tears in front of them. After running a considerable distance, Isabella ultimately couldn't control herself, she hid in an inconspicuous corner, covering her mouth and began to cry. Three years ago, when so many people were against her, she didn't shed a tear, she could even leave with a faint smile.

My jaw tightened, my wolf urging me to act, to tear into anyone who’d hurt her. “Your parents?” I said, my voice low, incredulous, my eyes searching her tear-streaked face. “Why? I mean, how could they…?” I trailed off, my words failing, my chest tight. Isabella laughed, a bitter, broken sound, her hands swiping at her tears. “I highly doubt you’d understand,” she said, her voice cracking, her fingers trembling as she clutched her knees. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, her head bowing, her red hair falling over her face like a curtain.

Cecilia had began to shed her crocodile tears. She gazed at Isabel with her teary face, "is it not enough that I'm paralyzed, why are you trying to make life hell for me? What did you gain in making it look like I'm the woman in that video." She sobbed greatly and faced Nettie "Mom, I have never even seen this man in my entire life before," she cried more, referring to Marcus.

She lay back down, letting the phone fall into her lap and resuming her act of a dejected woman. Graciela, her mother, rushed in, her face full of concern. “How are you feeling, dear?” she asked gently, taking Isabella’s hand in hers. Isabella pretended to be on the verge of tears, feeling her heart pound as her mother watched her with eyes full of worry. —Mom, I feel terrible… —she said in a broken voice, letting a few fake tears spill from her eyes—. I think I’m going to faint again. Graciela knelt beside her, holding her hands tightly.

His eyes stared blankly at the sky, mask gone, face twisted in eternal surprise. Isabella appeared from the smoke, rushing toward the gurney. She collapsed beside it, a wail tearing from her throat. “Josh! No, no, my brother!” She clutched his hand, sobs wracking her body, her black gown pooling around her like spilled ink. Tears poured down her face, makeup ruined, hair falling in wild strands. The agents stood back, giving her space, but she looked up suddenly, eyes finding me through the crowd. The dirty look she gave could have killed. Pure hatred, sharpened by grief.

She will only add to it and I don’t want that. Marcus notices the name on my screen and shakes his head. “You not gonna answer?” “No.” I say the moment the phone stops ringing. Then it rings again almost immediately. I curse under my breath before finally grabbing it. “What?” The second I answer, I hear sobbing. Real sobbing. “Zeta…” Isabella cries softly. “I’m sorry.” I close my eyes briefly in frustration. Not again! Marcus watches me carefully from across the table. “I didn’t mean those things,” she says through shaky breaths. “I was angry.”

Elias stood close, one hand steady on my shoulder, grounding me. “I don’t believe them,” I cried into Mia’s shoulder. “I don’t believe any of them.” “You don’t have to,” Elias said firmly. “You don’t owe them anything.” Gabriel stood again, tears streaming freely now. “Isabella… please. I would give anything—” “Stop,” I said weakly. He froze. “I can’t even look at you,” I whispered. “Every time I do, all I see is what I lost.” The room was filled with quiet, broken sobbing.

No one would ever do that! Isabella blinked back. Her cheeks stretched into a smile as she tried to laugh, to laugh away the pain and belive that this moment did not exist till Ignazio returned and explained everything to her, but the smile was a force that fueled the arrival of her tears. Isabella broke into tears. Her heart clamped tightly inside her chest as reality strucked her. Ignazio is Married. “Ohhh.” A whimper escaped her lips as she slumped into the bed, helplessly. She buried her face into her palm, trying not to cry, but the thoughts occupied her mind, bringing fresh tears to her eyes.

Satisfaction building. For a moment. Before the laughter came. She almost cried. Almost. The old Isabella. The one who'd believed in love. In happy endings. In Landon choosing her. That girl wanted to cry. To give up. To stop. But tears were for the weak. And she'd been weak long enough. She sat. Floor icy beneath her. Laughing instead. Hysterically. Wiping her eyes. Not tears. Never tears anymore. Just. Leftover weakness. Dying.

He wanted to hear all that was on Isabelle's mind. "'Hurt' would be an understatement to describe how I'm feeling. Words cannot describe how much I adore you, Gabby and Jason and you guys had to betray me this way. This is so unfair. I don't deserve this." She shook her head with tears rolling down her cheeks. Isabelle walked away from her father, sat on her bed and continued to cry. Sam ushered Seraphina to take a seat beside his daughter while he took Bella's chair beside her dressing table and placed it before the duo.