Backstabbers Quotes Novels & Stories

She had always wanted to know how exactly he could have done something like that. "How could you have connived with him just so you could take away the pack from us?" She asked angrily. " Do not say something you will regret, Ashina," Zeeb reminded her. " Because words once spoken cannot be taken back" he warned. "That was below stupid, he is certainly an outlaw, who would have thought that the all-about mighty Zeeb would need someone that low, to assist him" " And worse still, you are being loyal to someone who is beneath you, a rogue" Her voice coated with mockery angered Zeeb who scoffed, taking a step closer to her.

Jack nodded his head, which was now ablaze, and brought up the last time we tried to play nice with someone. "They tried to stab us in the back, and take all the money for themselves when we were done there weren't enough pieces of them to be put in a soup can for a funeral." "That was a fun one, remind me to pay their graves a visit, we could pour some gasoline in it and see how long they'll burn," I said and took a swig from Jack's beer, he was now down half a beer and he snatched it back from me and chugged the whole thing, glaring at me the entire time.

"She was here, Ruby. For years... by our side. And we never knew." "We trusted her completely," Zaire added, his voice hoarse. "And she used that to stab us from within." This must not be easy for them. All this time, they’d been on their own without the presence of parents or family, surrounded only by a few people they trusted. Yet one of those people had stabbed them in the back. I stepped closer, placing my hand on Zephyr’s shoulder. “You’re not prophets. You’re leaders, not Gods. Betrayal can’t always be prevented, even by the most vigilant.”

Traitor. Backstabbing, smug, infuriating human traitor. He was already biting his lip, trying, and failing to suppress a grin. A grin. I stared at him in absolute betrayal. “Oh, you are enjoying this,” I hissed under my breath. Miles lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug, looking like the patron saint of fake innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Liar. Filthy liar. I pointed at him like a courtroom prosecutor possessed by rage. “You see this? This is injustice. This is corruption. This is—”

For this he will go to any extent. Finally all the rituals were performed and Jessica was laid in her grave for a peaceful sleep. But she can't sleep until her killer was lead to a full stop. . . . . { Sometimes we unknowingly feed a snake who can bite back at any time. Friendship needs trust, one misunderstanding can destroy their lives. And it is also not true that every friend is warm hearted and your well wisher, some are back stabbers. Who use honey trap and we slowly fell in their trap which eventually lead to destruction of generations.}

ASpan was in its inner conflict . “You are treacherous, a cheater, why did you do this? A true blood of D’Alberto’s where these guts were flowing in blood. I treated you like my best friend, so why did you stab us in the back?" Phoebe spoke with an utter powerless voice. He trusted Aspan like a soul brother which shattered. The upheaval and sufferings he faced in these two days he was not in senses. Falcone’s involvement was like the last nail in the coffin.

I asked him, trailing my arms through the sharp blades while he quivered. “Uhm, Teamwork!” He said and I turned to him. “And what do we hate most?” I asked. “Betrayal!” He mumbled and I nodded. “Yes! We do hate Betrayal and what you said just now, is not different from it!” I said and immediately brought the knife to his neck, stabbing him intensely on it. He screamed as his blood Splashed on my face while I grinned. Just how I like it.

A complete blackout. Then, the screen flickered. A single, anonymous message appeared, the text glowing a sickly, mocking white against the black screen. "The architect doesn't build escape tunnels for his masterpieces, V. You thought you could skin the Rossi wolf and wear its fur, but you forgot who gave you the knife. Humiliation is a temporary stain; betrayal is a terminal condition. You stripped Antonio of his pride, but you’ve stripped yourself of the air you breathe. Did you really think I’d let you fly into the sunset with my greatest investment? You’re not going to the water, little bird. You’re staying in the dirt where you belong. Let’s see how far your 'Titan' legs carry you now t

“You help us get one of them, and we’ll deal with the rest.” His lips curled into something that almost resembled a smile. “Good. I’ll be there when you need me.” I paused, staring him down. “And you better not backstab us.” “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, his eyes flashing briefly with something I couldn’t quite place. “But remember, I’m in this for myself too. You don’t get to think of me as your friend. I’m a tool. Use me, and I’ll do my part.”

When he didn't say anymore, I looked up to find him staring at me. Oh no, I said that loud. I offered him a small smile. "It's a quote. From Macbeth." He scoffed and rolled his eyes, an action that seemed to make him look more....stop it girl, you can't go about noticing looks. "There's no quote in Macbeth about stubbornness. Pick another lie." I laughed nervously, and my stomach rumbled again. "Come on," he said again, ''And don't even try resisting." "Yeah, and he called me stubborn," I said.