Backstabbers Quotes Novels & Stories

The two of them sat in silence for a moment, allowing the soothing sound of the waterfall to wash over them, stitching together the unspoken connection that flowed between them. Eventually, Lucas spoke, his voice low yet steady. “Sometimes the people we trust the most are the ones who hurt us deepest.” The weight of his words resonated, sending ripples through the surface of her thoughts as she reflected on her own betrayal, the truth that Gabriel had revealed a barrier she hadn’t anticipated.

"Mi hai ingannato. Hai ingannato mia sorella. Era solo un bambino, come potresti farlo con lei? Sei un mostro. Ho riversato tutto il mio tempo, amore, sforzo, eppure hai scelto di tradirmi? L'audacia !! ( You deceived me. You deceived my sister. She was just a child, how could you do this to her? You're a monster. I poured all my time, love, effort, and yet you chose to cheat on me? the audacity !! ) The guy on the floor opened his eyes, but he wasn't in his sense, his half-naked body angered her more," Ti ho amato ma hai scelto di backstab me ( I loved you but you chose to backstab me )" The girl before him said in her broken tone infused with emotion and disdain for the dainty body laid be

he says, not bothering to get to his feet. “So they keep telling me,” I answer shortly. “I assume I ought to be happy you’ve chosen to elegance me with your presence,” he answers, signaling to the put in front of him. “To be legitimate, I was starting to ponder if you’d chosen to double-cross me.” A vile grin spreads over his confront as he includes, “That’s the thing approximately backstabbers. You can never believe them to remain on your side.” I shrug my shoulders, faltering for a minute some time recently moving to sit over from him. “Apologies,” I say solidly. “It took me a whereas to get away from the others.”

"I thought you were a daisy, but damn you have poisoned me," "Everything has an expiration date," "It's just stale," "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? [HEARTBREAK] "Wait- what did you just say?" "That's betrayal. I never forget betrayal," "You're good at being a hypocrite," [BETRAYAL] "You're killing me, you're hurting me, STOP!" "It's the least you deserve," "You deserve somebody way better," "We meet again," "I'm finally dead," "It's too late. I think she's gone"

It's fucking hard to digest the fact that my own friend backstabbed me. " Am I that bad? " I asked graham when he placed his hand over my shoulder. " No man. You are my best friend, a friend everyone wants. however, he was not worthy of your friendship " Graham said causing me to hug him. " Where is he? " I asked him. " In the basement of my villa ", he said to which I jolt up from my seat. " Then what are we doing here? Let's go and teach that fucker what a backstabber deserves " I said to him to which he nods his head.

I didn’t even know what emotion was consuming me anymore. Anger. Fear. Betrayal. Or rage so deep it was turning my blood cold. “They treat me well,” I said softly. And that part was true. “But there is always someone who cannot stand another person’s happiness.” I opened my eyes again. They felt strange. Too clear. Like still water moments before it shattered. “There is always someone willing to stab you in the back,” I whispered. “And somehow… it always comes from the person you trusted most.” The healer’s face changed slightly.

My laughter follows his footsteps as he retreats and I am reminded of Machiavelli once again quoting me “If an injury has to be done to a man, it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared’ Well Damian will you need to fear my vengeance?

"Well you should have thought about that before you tried to seduce my husband!” I was shocked. Not because of the words, but who they were coming from. It seemed she had forgotten that she was the one that backstabbed me. “Seduce?! Who? Me?”

, he voiced out in disdain, the words coming off as condescending. "Like you said, blood is thicker than water", I replied, quoting him. He smiled a bit, I wouldn't exactly call it smile. More like his lips tilted up at the edges, "gullible. So fucking gullible". "My answer remains no by the way". "Why?", I shrieked. "Because there's probably a dozen of your father's enemies, people just like me might I add, who are gunning for you. Gunning to have your head on a fucking platter".

"Quinton, what should I do now?" He snapped back to himself and answered decisively, "Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you. Someone else can take your place." Then, for no reason at all, he shot me a venomous glare. "As for a certain disloyal backstabber, I won't let her off easily." I gave a short, cold laugh. "You want to make my life difficult, Mr. Kemp? I'm afraid you'll be the one in trouble first." Quinton frowned deeply.