Backstabbing Best Friend Quotes Novels & Stories

“Why are you so suspicious of her? You used to be so close, on fact she is your best friend. She’ll never harm you.” His last words caused me to freeze and glare at him. If only he knew that his words weee the complete opposite of who Greta really was. She would harm me! In fact, she killed me! “How well can you really know someone?” I asked bitterly. “How do you know that someone you’re close to won’t stab you in the back and hurt you badly?” I looked him in the eye as I said my last statement. “Even your most trusted person can betray you.”

"Nothing new, Jeev. You already know the reason. If circumstances weren't like this I might have considered giving a change to 'US'. I agree that I am very much attracted to you. And the sex is always great with you. You are the first person who I would always remember in all my joys and sorrows. But you backstabbed me with the witch, I hate the most. You clearly knew my hatred towards her. How could you team up with her to get me? It's a complete stupidity if you think I would run into your open arms after your betrayal. You didn't break my trust alone, Jeev. You broke our friendship of twenty years and also my heart... you caused a deep slash in my soul to remember for eternity. It will ne

“I guess I was wrong for always trusting you so much and thinking you were some kind of savior. Now the old saying is true: you can never rely on any human, because they'll only help you to get something from you.” “How dare you speak about that? You’re the one who has betrayed me. Tristan and I have been together since we were children. I got distracted by lust and deviated from him. You were too greedy and tried to steal my happiness. You had so much interest in the man I was marrying. It’s shameless of you to have loved your best friend’s fiance. I stupidly let you marry him, and now that I want him back, I will get him. You’ve made the biggest mistake by stabbing me in the back this way.

“I remember you, but you weren’t there for more than 5, maybe 10, minutes before all of you left your very drunk friend alone with two men you didn’t even know.” He tilts his head up and taps his chin with his finger. “Hmmm…. I don’t think that is how a loyal friend behaves. Now, if you are talking about a backstabbing fake friend, that is exactly how you would behave. I wonder which one you are.” Oh, yes.

I muttered, slapping my face. “What did I say about talking badly about yourself?” Dante caught my hand before I could slap myself again. “A man harshly turned her down, and in the next minute, I, her best friend, was hand-fed by the same man, whom I claimed to her that there was nothing going on between us. Right in her face. Stabbing her in the heart would have been far nicer.” I moaned. The terrible feeling that I was a terrible friend rested on my shoulder. ‘Why did I do that? Why did I fricken do that? What type of friend am I?’

Dear Elena, There’s a saying: ‘True friendship is like sound health, whose value we seldom know until it is lost. I have come to realize it is true after you walked out of my life because of what I did. I thought I was doing you good, but it turned out to be a mistake that would cost me a friendship I value so much. I feel guilty about what happened and guiltier that I still want to call you my best friend.

I said. "He's my best friend," he said, struggling to believe his own words. "Your best friend just signed you up for death. Your best friend framed you for murders he committed. Your best friend didn't hesitate to throw you under the bus and blame you for all those awful things. Your best friend is the reason you may face the council of wolves. That same best friend will blame you in front of the panel. If you still consider him your best friend after everything I've just mentioned, then you have serious issues," I told him, looking back at my car.

He dropped the glass, then looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed. “And what is that?” My hands behind my back, I stood up, then grinned. I stretched, but I knew what I was doing. It was all mind games. Who didn't know that the man standing was always superior to the man sitting? “A few days ago, a friend of mine came to me. And what does he say? He says a group of men attacked him and his friends. And they killed a man. You've heard about the story, right? The friend of your friend is your friend? Well, that's what it is. When I mean my friends, you understand where I'm driving.”

"We're friends, aren't we? If I get hurt, you should sympathize too! I'm not the only one who should be responsible now! You, him, them, all of us should be sympathetic. That's our promise to one another so grab your end of the rope! " She stood up and slapped Gabbi. The girl's face turned to the side. "How dare you," she said with gritted teeth. "You call us friends? You can ruin your friend, Gabbi! You're not a good friend!" "Why?" Gabbi burst out laughing. "Did I say I'm a good friend, Jewel? You too, huh? Are you a good friend? Eh, you don't care about the people around you! You only think of yourself!"

“End it alongside your children. If you die and leave them, I will take it upon myself to make life hell for them.” “We were friends, Isabel!” I shouted with all the strength I could muster. “Best friends! Why would you hate me this deeply? It can't only be because of the men in your life… Isabel, please…" I groaned as I felt another sharp pain in the stitches. “Before you have any best friends, Elara…" She smiled. “Make sure they hold no grudges against you. Make sure you haven't done something unforgivable to them in the past, only then will you be sure that your best friend will not flip one day into a scheming psychopath like me.” Her eyes glinted with madness in them. “You just have to