Backstabbed By My Bestie Novel Novels & Stories

I forced a polite smile. “Well,” Chris said, already distracted again, “we should circulate.” “Yes,” I agreed, my voice steadier than I felt. As Chris guided me away, I did not look back. I didn’t need to. Sebastian Cross had already embedded himself somewhere deep beneath my skin. That night, long after the gala ended, long after Chris fell asleep beside me, I lay awake staring at the ceiling. My body still hummed with the memory of his voice, his gaze, the way he had seen through me without asking permission.

"If I told you everything in your dream already happened, would you understand? If you truly want to repay us, then disappear. Never let us see your faces again." After that day, the Stark brothers vanished from our lives. Not until the year I graduated and started working did I hear of them again—through headlines splashed across the newspaper: [Deranged Woman Attacks Two Brothers with Knife] Only then did I learn the truth. Scarlett had never made it into university. She'd barely scraped into a junior college. When she heard through others how well Rachel and I were doing, jealousy consumed her. She blamed the Stark brothers for being useless. Later, when the brothers finally uncovered the

Isabelle was just pretending to be Alicia's best friend when she was actually her half-sister all along! "Jealousy can truly twist a person to become someone completely different. Isabelle's mother didn't care about the consequences when she became a homewrecker. Isabelle ended up following in her mother's footsteps, changing her own face to steal her sister's life. I bet that there's nothing she won't do." "Poor Alicia! The best friend that she treated so well ended up being someone with such a vicious heart. What rotten luck!" "Fortunately, Frank didn't actually do anything to her because his heart was too soft. Alicia would have died under such unjust circumstances if he had actually gone

she said And for the rest of the time she was at my house she told me how Alaina stole Cam and how they used to be best friends, but Alaina got jealous "So I've been planning on doing the same thing to her, I know this guy named Jevoni who will help me out but you're closer to her" she said I shook my head "Alaina is my best friend" "And I'm your cousin, just watch she's going to backstab you the same way she did me you just wait" she said then her and her mom left

Our friendship took a turn for the worst when Sera tried to seduce him on a night when I had traveled back home. And now? She’s stolen him from me. Taking advantage of his memory loss, perhaps rewriting the past so that she becomes the saint who had always loved him and cared for him, and worse yet, writing me off from Zane’s life completely. And then she hires me so I can watch in close range how she gets the guy in the end. Such a terrible person. I can’t believe that I once called her my best friend.. ##

“And he still cheated. You gave him everything. You helped her rise. And how did she repay you? She stabbed you in the back.” Selene’s grip on the sink tightened. There was a pause, then a cruel smile from the figure. “You gave him your heart, and he gave it to your best friend.” The figure leaned closer through the glass, its voice now a whisper laced with rage. “Come on, Selene. Make them pay.”

I stood in the entry, staring at the scattered rose petals, and felt something inside me shatter. The tears came violently. I sank to the floor, my back against the wall, and sobbed. Derek had betrayed me. Claire had betrayed me. Patricia had betrayed me. My grandfather had betrayed me. Nathan had betrayed me. And now Adrian—the one person I thought had helped me without ulterior motives—had held a gun to my chest and stolen a million dollars. "Ms. Vivian?" came Elizabeth's concerned voice. The older woman appeared in the hallway, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. "I heard shouting. Are you… oh, honey."

"When I was at the hospital, I couldn't remember what happened. But I do now...I didn't just slip and fall." "What are you saying?" Aria’s nose scrunched up in bemusement as she attempted to piece together what Isolde was trying to tell her. "It wasn't an accident." Isolde inhaled deeply before continuing, "I think...I think someone pushed me. I remember hearing something behind me, feeling a hand on my back. Someone wanted to hurt my baby and me. Someone pushed me down the stairs that night."

“You wanted to please me, so you went and took her exam ticket! “Now that you see she got Early Admission to Harvard, now that she’s better than me, you want to dump me and go back to being her devoted childhood friend? “Jason, you’re disgusting!” “Shut up!” Jason yelled, flustered. Taking advantage of his distraction, I snatched the ID from his hand. Looking at them, a faint smirk curved my lips. “One of you is selfish and hypocritical, the other is vain. Don’t break up. Lock each other down.” With that, I turned and walked out of the café. After that day, I never saw Jason or Summer again. They had a huge fight in the café that day and completely cut ties.

my best friend. Grinding on him like she owned him. It shouldn’t be her under him like that, not today of all days. Why the hell would she do this to me, her supposed best friend, stabbing me right in the back while she’s getting fucked. “Say my name,” Alex growled—my boyfriend—thrusting up into her, and I just stood there in the doorway, frozen solid, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, betrayal twisting in my gut like a knife, pain shooting through me as I watched them on my own bed, the sheets all tangled and sweaty from what they’d been doing.