Backstabbed Novels & Stories

I heard the sickening tear of flesh, my flesh, and the pain of a dagger piercing my skin, but I was too shocked to look away from the pretty, brown eyes of my best friend. I fell when he pushed me away from him and I heard cheers and gasps fill the air as he flexed his muscles in victory. Fuhad had just stabbed me. My friend just drove a knife into my back while looking straight in my eyes. It was a slimy ploy for a quick victory. One I didn't see coming in the very least. Talk about a backstabber! However, if my Angel would die by losing this fight. Then I was going to win even if it meant fighting till my last blood was drained. I found myself struggling towards my discarded clothing to fi

Instead, Stefan had traded it for a gun, and a life lived in the shadows. “I apologise,” he said, “but I had some matters to attend to,”

Let him hear his own words. “Where did you get that? That…” “You did this to me,” I whispered, staring at him like he was a stranger. “You stood by me while I cried. You watched me fall apart. And the whole time… you were the one stabbing me in the back.” Rowan’s lips moved, but I didn’t hear a word. All I saw was betrayal. The kind that changes a person forever. The kind that made one look like a fool And I hated it when people try to take me as one

I asked him. “What do you mean?” he snarled. Justin was clearly near the end of this conversation, so I’d have to make do with what I could get out of it. “I mean, either I am such a horrible person that I have conspired to stab you in the back, literally, and I have engaged other pack members to help me cover up this wrongdoing by corroborating my story. Which would mean you’re lying when you tell me about what a wonderful mate I am.” He blinked at me.

Silence. “It was your ego.” I said. “I stole an underground shipment which contained brainwashed females and children. You found out about the loophole in your organization because I intercepted that truck. Did that stroke your ego wrongly?” “Perhaps,” he nodded. "You were hungry for power, I gave it. And between the two of us, you went after that truck not knowing of my oblivion. You had hoped to steal from the Sanchez’s, but your plans didn’t fall through. Unfortunately.” He stepped forward. “So, you can understand my anger when someone I helped achieve power attempted stabbing me in the back with that same power.”

he asks, his voice tight with emotion. This has deeply affected each of my men, whether they admit it or not. We're supposed to be a familia, loyal to each other and protect one another at all costs. Or at least that's what I used to believe until I was viciously stabbed in the back. My jaw tenses. "Yeah, that backstabbing motherfucker is dead," I mutter. As I down the drink, there's a welcoming burn in my throat. "Fuck!" I roar, launching it towards the wall. Axel swiftly steps aside, avoiding the flying glass.

“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’?”

Before the Christmas holidays, the four of us besties from Kingsley City held a vote. We had one question on the table: should Mia Williams be allowed to join our tight-knit friend group? I thought my friends and my boyfriend would vote no, just like me. After all, Mia had ulterior motives. She had repeatedly mocked and provoked me, all while shamelessly flirting with my boyfriend. However, I could not have been more wrong. My childhood friend, Jason Miller, remained calm as he said, “I vote yes. Mia is great in every way. Jenna, your jealousy is getting out of hand.” My best friend, Lily Wilson, immediately backed him up. “Exactly! Jenna, you can’t be so selfish. You don’t get to deci

But after being burned this badly, I'd learned something important: cold, calculating relatives weren't the worst thing in the world. The worst thing was people who made you trust them, then stabbed you in the back. And backstabbers deserved everything that was coming to them.

She laughed weakly. "You should eat something," Damon said. “You barely touched dinner.” He moved around the kitchen, Sloane watched him pull out a bottle of water with glasses. “I’m not hungry,” she said. “She knew, maybe not everything but enough. I told her everything as my best friend. He walked back beside her near the window. “She betrayed you,” he said. “But that doesn’t erase every real thing that existed before it because people are complicated.” “You really believe that? I feel stupid.”