Backstabbed By My Bestie Novel Novels & Stories

"I like you, and I also like your money! None of that is contradictory! It's just like how you said you liked me, but it was only because of my looks, wasn't it? Or my figure or my stamina? How many times have you even properly looked me in the eyes ever since I was disfigured? "We had only had a mutually beneficial arrangement between us from the start, Jade Pearson! What right do you have to question me like this now!" Jade was stunned. Wilbur was right. They had only been in a mutually beneficial arrangement from the start, taking only what they needed from the other all along. She just couldn't understand how things had come to this. She was the one who bankrupted the Pearson family. She

The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

There aren't too much exciting things to be found in the internet. I was about to turn my phone off when I remember Mr. Don'tLookForMe, I searched for his book on GoodNovel and added it to my library. I really find his book interesting. Ezicx told me that this man is the famous mystery author and his art of literature just really seems to do a storytelling of my life. I opened it and went on the latest update. I almost dropped my jaw when I read the latest update. The main character's bestfriend got married to his brother- exactly like how Janine married my brother.

I scanned the words again, each one slicing through my composure. "Am I the prime suspect because Cassandra is also dead?" I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. The article was gaining traction quickly. Hundreds of shares, thousands of comments. It wouldn’t be long before the police came knocking. My body froze as I imagined the interrogation, the accusations, the humiliation. I jumped out of bed. Gabriel was downstairs. Maybe he could help me. He was the man of the house, after all, and he should know what to do. I reached the door but hesitated, my hand hovering over the knob. Memories of my actions—the manipulation, the lies, the betrayal—flooded my mind. How could I expect Gabriel t

"Wai--" I pull away from him, and run up to my room. I'm done, officially done with this shit. I'm done with fake boyfriends, fake friends, fake bestfriends--who knew you could have fake bestfriends. I feel like my life is a lie. Not only the relationships, but the politics, too. And there's only one person I know I can trust. As much as I want to cut that bitch off like a weed, she has something over me: that fucking book. What's keeping her from exposing me? She's got her date. Not like there's a years-long friendship holding her back.

My boyfriend is a cheater, and my best friends are secret-hiding backstabbers. I have never been so upset and disappointed in myself before. Wait… why am I upset with myself? I didn’t do anything wrong here, I was entirely in the dark about all of this. I noticed the looks they gave each other, sure, but the topic was never really brought up and I just thought of them as harmless looks of admiration. I never would have guessed that things would transpire the way they did. Stupid girl, Aurora. Kiran is right, and you need to stop being so nice and forgiving. These people betrayed me, they’re all backstabbers. My hands turned to fists as I thought about it.

I wish… I wish I could just vanish into thin air. But now it’s too late. Now I know. I slam the door behind me and wait for them to register my presence. They both flinch and turn around in shock. Reality hits me hard, like thunder and lightning all together. The blonde bimbo is none other than Elena, my beloved step sister and best friend. The pain of betrayal surges through my veins, making my blood boil as I’m faced with the undeniable truth, my two closest people in this world stabbed me in the back, at the exact same time and in the exact same moment.

Pat walked towards Way's who just rolled a forkful of pasta with veggies and was about to travel it down his throat, when Pat suddenly grabbed his hand and redirected it into his own mouth, he munch on it happily in a jesty manner, Way froze in surprise. Then narrowed his eyes, couldn't believe how cunning his boyfriend could be. As he looked at him with a romantic rage in his eyes, tightening his grip towards Pat as if he wants to hit him hard, which also got Pat scared, and hastily dodged the hit as he hid behind Way's back,

I'd wanted to know what a normal life felt like, so I'd kept that part of myself buried. When I met Samantha, struggling to get by but pushing through school anyway, I made her my best friend. When she couldn't afford the hot meals in the cafeteria, I'd pile extra food onto my tray every day and pretend I couldn't finish it, sliding it over to her. When she couldn't pay for school materials, I'd made up a story about winning a scratch-off and covered it for her. When guys from outside school started giving her trouble, I'd scared them off myself.

Every smile in the church had a gun somewhere behind it. Sophia Rossetti sat in the bridal suite in a satin gown, bright with nerves and happiness. She pulled me close to the mirror and whispered, "Elena, I don't think I ever told you everything. When Luca was hit on North Lake Road, I was the one who found him. The Bellandis hadn't reached the scene yet. I put him on a private jet that same night and flew him to Malta for surgery. "