Backstabbers Quotes 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.

“Karma is a bitch, right? “You finally showed your true colors.” “Desperate much?” Others were colder, meaner, and they were all sent from faceless trolls and fake accounts hiding behind cartoon icons and bold usernames. “You deserved this, Zara.” “Elena deserves better, you backstabbing bitch.” “Always knew you were fake, Zara.” “Clout-chasing snake.”

She asked her, and she just chuckled again, and responded. “A little piece of advice, baby. You shouldn’t trust anyone, not even your close friends, because nowadays, it’s actually friends who stab people in the back.” She informed, and that was it, Lizzy banged her hands on the table playfully and eased the tense room. “Girls, it’s enough please, we’re having dinner.”

Isak: *eye roll emoji* nothing like nepotism to allow falling upward. Albert: We all agree Paxton is a stain. The point is he tried to start shit, and I threw it back at him, reminding him to stay out of trouble. Aidan: So we should be prepared for additional side eye and possible retaliation from the others. Isak: Why is your mouth getting the rest of us in trouble? Albert: Because all for one, one for all, old friend. Isak: Ah yes… Unus pro omnibus, omnes pro uno. I blame Dumas that you know that phrase.

Jake let out a low, bitter, and entirely dangerous scoff in the dark, his jaw clenching tightly as the word sister drifted through the air. "Don't bet your life on promises," Jake whispered back, his gravelly voice dripping with an icy, cynical venom that made the shadows feel even darker. "In this world... the people who make you promises are always the first ones to slide the knife into your back."

Whatever. Quid Pro Quo , or whatever the fuck it was that Hannibal Lecter said to Clarice. You want something? Well, then you've got to be prepared to give up something in return. That's just how life went, that's how people were, and Ethan was certainly no different from the rest, demon or not. He needed me to be the Bonnie to his Clyde. Me. The addict. The liability. The hopeless wreck of a girl who stumbled from one fuck-up to the next. None of it had made any sense until I realised he wasn't being entirely truthful about why he'd brought me to Rome.

“Please cut the act. What have you done to make me think differently? You'll keep giving him information about me like the little snitch you are until he's done with me just for a few thousand dollars at most. I knew you were cheap but not this cheap.” “You don't understand!” he exploded. I glared at him. What right did he have to be mad when everything I just said was the truth? “What don't I understand? You just told me he gave you money to snitch on me and you kept doing it until today, even though you know what he did to me the last time I was alone. From the look of things, you're not planning to stop anytime soon. So tell me, what is there to understand besides you being a backstabbing

“You’ve been trying to get rid of me for months, Veronica. I just don't know why you just hate me, and now, you’re trying to pin everything on me.” "That’s ridiculous!" Veronica snapped, her voice rising. "You’re the one who’s been sneaking around, lying to everyone! I caught you in lies more than once, and now you want to turn it all around on me? I wouldn’t risk my life or my future for something so stupid!"

I said with a sly smirk. He was startled to see me. “No time for long talks, this would teach you to be more careful with whom you deal with,” I added. “Who are y-” "Fulmen eximius, mortalis ictus, vanios te!" (Exceptional lightning, deadly strike, Vanish!)

I leaned closer to the microphone, lowering my tone, forcing them to hang on every word. “This is sabotage. A calculated attack meant to tarnish her name, to destroy the very company she built with her own blood, sweat, and sleepless nights. Elevations stands as a symbol of innovation and resilience. And now, someone has decided that destroying my wife means destroying everything she has worked for.” I paused, letting the silence sink in. Cameras flashed. “Make no mistake,” I said, my voice blunt now. “This isn’t about business. This isn’t about corporate rivalry. This is about cruelty. About envy. About someone who cannot stand to see her succeed.”