Backstabbing Best Friend Quotes 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

“I tried. Over and over, I tried to explain. I apologized until my voice went hoarse. I begged you to listen, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want the truth, because, as always, you want someone to crucify while you remain all high and mighty as the right person. Then, after a while, it hit me. Maybe you are just not my friend, and I have been fighting too hard.” “Oh, don’t you dare flip this on me,” Hana snaps, stepping forward, face twisted with rage. “I was the one who got stabbed in the back. I was the one who was lied to. Don’t act like I’m the villain when you were sneaking around with him. And now you’re flaunting it? Like Caspian means nothing?”

How I was dirty and cheap and worthless. The crowd got bigger. People pointed at me. Their voices were sharp and mean. "Are you serious? That woman is married and pregnant, and she's letting her friend do this to her? The friend must be a complete idiot. I would have cut her off years ago." "Textbook fake friend. Smiles in your face, stabs you in the back. Wants everyone to be as miserable as she is. My wife had a friend just like that. Messed her up so bad she's still on medication."

One landed a blow on his dazed opponent, another archer pulled back his bow while a good number of them held diamond-shaped bears fighting and laughing. "Gather around everyone," I yelled and they stopped whatever they were doing and obeyed me. "So I hear there is a conspiracy against me. Some of you have laid traps for me to kill me." A murmur of voices and denials arose but I ignored them. "I have just been stabbed in the back by the one I called my best friend and beta, Leo, "I continued with a cold and harsh voice filled with bitterness while the shock of what I said hit them full force and they stood blank and very shaken.

“I feel so alone there now. Like no one wants me around. Like they’re just waiting for me to fail.” “Then don’t let them win,” she said firmly. “You hold your head up, you walk in there, and you give them a show they’ll never forget.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one being ostracized.” She smirked. “You’re right. But I am the best friend of the one who is. And I’ve seen you rise out of worse. You didn’t let Adrian break you before. Don’t let him do it now with whispers and rumors.”

I managed a smile and replied, "You're wrong. You can never imagine a life without them." I stressed the word 'them' to remind the only best friend I used to know that we were not the only women in his life. He could purchase a truckload of them if he wants. What hurt me most was that even my best friend, whom I loved as myself, betrayed me behind my back.

“Wait—best friend? You two were—?” No one answered her. “I knew you’d make excuses,” Wendy spat at Justine. “But watching you smile while this happens? You’re a liar. A backstabber. You’re not just a fake friend, Justine. You’re a fraud.” Justine’s face hardened. “You know what? I’m tired of this ‘woe-is-me’ bullshit. Our friendship has always been one-sided. You used me. You liked the power that came from being seen with me. Everything with you is transactional. Your idea of love is what someone can give you.”

And a true friend would never betray you for their own selfish gain. Maybe some of his frustrations held merit. But if he had truly been my friend, he would have told me, he would have spoken to me, not smiled to my face while scheming behind my back. The world would be better off with one less friend like him. “But why?” I questioned. “What did they offer you?”

“This is between you, max, and me.” “Oh my gosh, you’re obsessed,” Maya muttered. “i’m not obsessed!” “You’re acting like it!” “I just want the truth!” “The truth?” Maya shot back. “Fine. You want the truth? Here it is Charlotte, sometimes being your friend feels like babysitting a tornado!” Scarlett gasped softly. My chest crumbled instantly. “and you,” I snapped back, voice breaking, “are the world’s fakest, most disloyal friend ever. You act all sweet and supportive but the moment something shiny appears you run!”

Abram replied while shielding his attack with his forearms. “Fucking liar! you were, and you are, a fucking liar who backstabbed his best friend.” At that exact moment, Abram kneed Daniel on his back, making him fall over him. There was no mercy between the two who were out to rip each other’s throats. Abram’s rib cracked when Daniel landed a kick while screaming, “if you were interested in her, then why the fuck you didn’t tell me before. I was your best friend. I was her best friend.”