Backstabbed? Became The Goat Novels & Stories

“He tore up the neighborhood landscaping. Property management repeatedly tried to stop him, but eventually your family turned that patch of land into your own personal vegetable garden. “He smashed a neighbor’s water meter. The following month, that neighbor’s water bill doubled. Your water bill was zero. Do you dare deny that you secretly tapped into the neighbor’s water line after the meter was broken? “As for the fresh burn wound on your son’s forehead, we confirmed he got that injury while causing a disturbance inside the restaurant and driving away other customers. After he did that, the three of you walked in without waiting and ordered your meal.” Under the officer’s relentless questi

There was no avoiding it now, and it was only a matter of time before this all went wrong. “What. the FUCK. Is he doing here?” I wasn’t sure why, but an old idiom of my mother’s came to mind. Control the narrative. “Control the narrative,” she used to say when we were kids. I grabbed Justin’s hand, no fear, all confidence. “Justin is my mate. It happened a few nights ago. We have been presented to both Alpha’s. It is done.” More stunned silence. Then-- “You traitorous bastard,” Toby sneered.

“This conversation is just between the four of us. Sadly, my most trusted man flipped and changed sides by double-crossing me. I found out they were doing business with someone I really hate not only behind my back, they even dare to use my name. And the asshole thinks I am submitting to him because I offered to do business with him, when the fact is I did not have any idea about all of it!” I glanced at Gab, but I made sure not to make my actions appear like I was trying to communicate with him secretly. And to do so, I spoke to Gab with the sound of my voice audible for everyone in the room. “What do we do, Gabby?” I asked with a smile. “Do we have a hand to lend?” “If Mister Goerge Nahart

"Come here, my precious grandson. Oh, aren't you just adorable?" Owen snuggled into Irene's embrace, appearing perfectly well-behaved. However, no one knew that Owen had developed a pretty nasty personality under the influence of Simon's former flame, Yuna Grover.

Damn it! She loved Xavier so much, I knew. Maybe she thought that I had really taken him, even though I had never forced Xavier to love me, even though he didn’t love me, but loved her anyway. But why would she be this cruel? Hurting me by slandering me? Pretending to care when she was the one who set me up? "Argh!” I suddenly cried out, holding my stomach that felt twisted. Zoya, who was behind me, looked confused. I whimpered in pain even as I fell to the floor while holding my own stomach.

He had changed back into his simple, slightly worn shirt, looking entirely too relaxed for a man who had just survived a four-on-one Alpha beat down. ​Elara sat across from him, her heart still doing that annoying little skip every time he reached for the orange juice. "Are you... are you sure you’re not hurt?" she asked, her voice soft. ​"I'm fine, Elara," Caleb said, his honey eyes warming as they landed on her. "I've had rougher encounters with mountain goats back home." ​"A mountain goat?" Finn snapped, slamming his fork down. "You’re comparing the Thorne Alphas to goats?"

“That's how it hurts to be on the receiving end of betrayal.” I pulled out. “You stole everything from me. The she-wolves, glory, fame… it all came naturally to you. You have no idea how it felt living under your shadow all my life. I was okay with all that but then, you had to steal my girl. You greedy son of a bitch.” I stabbed again. His roar erupted through his mouth like a volcano. “Yes, Luca. Scream.” His hand grabbed my arm. “Why are you–” he sputtered. “What are you talking… about?”

I could barely think or keep her in check. "Don’t do this to me!" I screamed. The pain of a man’s hand squeezing my cheeks caused my eyes to pull up slightly. I found myself staring at the goat that I was beginning to hate with a passion. His eyes were like scars of dark orbs promising pain. The pain of the silver sliding into my skin could barely make me speak, but I shook in fear and anguish. Still, I hoped that my father would rise from the dead and assemble his broken parts together to save me.

Zainab said and when she opened the door, she was shocked. *** "You can go in Madam." The man said and the lady nodded her head, gracefully making her way in. "Huh?" He said baffled as she sat opposite him with her legs crossed. "Yes Abba, it's me. Two days right?" Flashback... "You look stiff man. What's wrong?" Garba a.k.a Goga asked his friend. "I'm running out of battery since that incident. I need to be charged." He then pointed at a girl nearby who was sipping her drink and laughing with her friends.

Either way, I lost. I was quiet for a long time. Then, softly: "All right. I'll apologize." I traded my name to keep my life. The price was admitting to a crime I hadn't committed. They took me to the altar. The whole pack was assembled below. News crews pointed cameras at me from every angle. It was a trial dressed up as a ceremony. I climbed the altar steps one at a time. Every step landed inside my chest. Hundreds of eyes, and every one of them disgusted. I lowered my head. "I deeply regret stealing pack secrets."