Backstabbed Novels & Stories

I quip sarcastically. I look away, not wanting to look at him anymore but he shifts his image into another little puddle right in front of me. “Trust me, I know what it feels like to be betrayed by the people you had once thought of as friends. Believe it or not, I once had a dependable comrade… but then, they stabbed me in the back.” I snarl at the word ‘trust’ that easily rolls out of him. “And I wonder why someone would ever think of stabbing you in the back?” I say sarcastically again.

the Alpha disclosed. “How could you?” Tala, with a quivering voice, questioned him. Knowing the gravity of his betrayal, I warned him. "This is your last day on Earth." Bardulf avoided our gazes, guilt evident. "What's your endgame?" Tala pressed. "I'd take a bullet for you, but I didn't anticipate it would come from you," I muttered to Bardulf, his betrayal piercing my heart. "You betrayed me first," he retorted, voice trembling. "Thank you for reminding me of who I am and why," I responded.

the moment he said that graham stood from his seat and motioned his guards to get the man who was not in his sense. Light flash on his face and It would be the biggest lie of my life if I say that my heart didn't shatter because it. Never thought that my kindness one day ruin my own life. This betrayal turned my heart into stone watching the face of the man. I promise myself that never in my life I will show anyone any kind of kindness because if you show it to such people they backstab like this man, Rajat Sharma did. The video clip ended and I blink my eyes which freed salty water from it. It's fucking hard to digest the fact that my own friend backstabbed m

I stood by the printer, waiting for documents, when Sebastian walked past. He slowed. Stopped. For a second. Our eyes met. A familiar moment. One that used to stretch. Now it didn’t. “You should go home,” he said. Simple. Neutral. No softness. No edge. Just… appropriate. “I will,” I replied. A lie. He nodded once. Then walked away. No lingering. No hesitation. That— That hurt more than anything else. Because it meant he had decided. Decided to step back. Decided to respect something I hadn’t even fully chosen myself.

“That was a mistake.” “No, that was betrayal.” I narrowed my gaze. “Real friends don’t stab each other in the back and lovers don’t rob each other blind. Only strangers do.”

" I casually pointed to one of the former review committee members and asked him to tell exactly what happened three years ago. Suddenly, everyone's eyes toward Nelson and Ben changed. Worse than using connections is using them and then blaming someone else—especially someone close to you. That's no different from backstabbing. Facing Nelson's and Ben's hateful stares, I curved my lips into a slight smile. They wouldn't be able to work in this industry in Brookshire anymore, at least. Their hatred was understandable. But... this wasn't over yet. Looking at the two of them, miserable as if at a funeral, I kindly hinted, "Haven't you wondered why these people are cooperating with me?"

“You mean the ones you dangle in my face, and then snatch away?” “No,” he said plainly. “I mean Mila, most importantly, those she associates with.” “Her friends,” I said slowly, making sure I understood where he was going. “You want to prove you’re strong enough to be on top? Start there,” he said matter-of-factly. “Mila obviously needs her little support group to succeed. She relies on them to prop her up. You take them out, and she crumbles.” I crossed my arms, a bit skeptical but intrigued. Backstabbing friends was something I knew my father was proficient in. “And what exactly do you mean by ‘take them out’?”

He imagined her as Tyler and did what he liked at that moment. Iris's mouth parted and her eyes snapped open to meet Leonard's. "What the f**k is this Ashton?" Alex was the first one to stand from his chair to shout where was Leonard was caught in the moment. Iris's ocean blue eyes were fixed on Leonard's golden one with immense pain, hate, and questions in them. Backstabbing was known as one of the worst things in this world and Ashton simply stabbed on her back in front of Leonard while she was kneeling keeping her head down.

"How could you bully people like this? Are you trying to force him to the end of his wits?" I looked at Steven, hoping that he would uphold justice for me. Instead, he stormed up to me with a dark look on his face and punched me right in the face until I saw stars. I was stunned for a few long seconds before I asked him incredulously, "Steve? Are you not even going to ask me for my side of the story? Have you already forgotten your promise to me as my best friend?" However, Steven also backstabbed me by glaring at me coldly and saying, "Being friends is one thing, but your horrible work ethic is another! And don't you dare try being sentimental and using that

“You might want to be careful with this one. He used to work for me and let’s just say… he wasn’t exactly trustworthy.” My brows furrowed. What? “He stole from me,” Jason added casually. “A lot.” The words dropped like poison. Alex froze then his face darkened. “What the hell are you talking about?” he snapped. “I never stole from you!” His voice rose now, raw with anger. “Why are you lying? Why are you trying to ruin this for me?” Because that’s exactly what this was. Sabotage. I stepped forward immediately, panic rising in my chest. “Sir, please, this is a misunderstanding. It’s not what it looks like—”