Novel & Cerita Backstabbers Quotes

He fixed his gaze on Quentin, who was smugly flanked by his goons, and asked sternly, "Quentin, you really think this is your win?" Caught off guard, Quentin's surprise quickly turned into a mocking laugh, his eyes twisted with scorn. "Liam, I didn't give you enough credit. Who knew you'd be chummy with Malcolm of the garrison? I don't care what you two are up to! However, today, you're both going down!" His eyes alight with a deadly fire, Quentin pointed at Liam and Malcolm and bellowed, "Get 'em! Chop them to bits and feed them to the wolves out back!"

I couldn't afford to let my guard down, not when the stakes were so high and the truth remained obscured beneath layers of deception. With Caleb's warning etched in my mind, I turned my attention back to Alpha Nabita, her voice resonating through the hall. "We stand at a crossroads," she declared, her tone filled with both conviction and concern. "But it is through unity and transparency that we shall find our way forward."

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.

Another taken at a party from a bad angle, me holding a drink and looking tired with my eyes half closed. The last one showed me in an unflattering dress that made me look heavier than I remembered. The extra caption under the photos read: “She pretended to be my best friend for years, then stole my man out of pure spite. Watch how karma works, ladies.” My stomach dropped fast. Heat rushed straight to my face. I scrolled down through the comments that already poured in. People called me a backstabber. A fake friend. A gold digger who only wanted Dominic for his money.

“That's how it hurts to be on the receiving end of betrayal.” I pulled out. “You stole everything from me. The she-wolves, glory, fame… it all came naturally to you. You have no idea how it felt living under your shadow all my life. I was okay with all that but then, you had to steal my girl. You greedy son of a bitch.” I stabbed again. His roar erupted through his mouth like a volcano. “Yes, Luca. Scream.” His hand grabbed my arm. “Why are you–” he sputtered. “What are you talking… about?”

“You will not want to make a public scene.” “I will,” Jericho grunted, dropping his dagger on the table, the clang echoing across the hall. “My mercenaries have your security handled,” Kaleb added, still polite. “If it were up to me, I’d drop you dead right here,” I said with a look of pure disdain. “You are a traitor, a liar, a manipulator. You deserve nothing except what you dish out.” “All those names for a poor old lady,” she muttered weakly. I was disgusted.

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.

“I’ve never stooped that low. Trying to kill me? This sloppy little trap—what is this, an insult? No backup, no tricks. Just me. And that’s all I need.” ***

" Aish... I thought you were smart, but it turns oit that not only are from the gutters, and a backstabber, you're also pretty dumb " I didn't catch anything else she said but backstabber. Backstabber. Why would she call me a backstabber? There was literally only one reason a person would come to Alexander's house, say that he has a score to settle with me, and then call me a backstabber. It immediately dawned on me and my eyes widened. I looked back up at Alexander and shook my head, " It's not..." " You are working with Gregory!" Verona announced interrupting me. Even without looking at her face, I could hear the smirk in her voice.

“How could you do this? I thought you wanted to continue our business partnership! You kept calling her to be our moderator for the business deal, but instead, you were just looking for excuses to get her back. How can you stab me in the back like that?” “So?” Draco spoke casually, shrugging his shoulders as if it was hardly anything to be worried about. Next to him, I saw Rosanna’s face pale as she averted her eyes. “You’re accusing me of backstabbing when my consigliere is standing in front of a room full of mafia famiglia, siding with you as he tries to backstab me. Do you see me pointing a gun at his head?”