Backstabbing Quotes Novels & Stories

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"

" I casually pointed to one of the former review committee members and asked him to tell exactly what happened three years ago. Suddenly, everyone's eyes toward Nelson and Ben changed. Worse than using connections is using them and then blaming someone else—especially someone close to you. That's no different from backstabbing. Facing Nelson's and Ben's hateful stares, I curved my lips into a slight smile. They wouldn't be able to work in this industry in Brookshire anymore, at least. Their hatred was understandable. But... this wasn't over yet. Looking at the two of them, miserable as if at a funeral, I kindly hinted, "Haven't you wondered why these people are cooperating with me?"

No one fights by begging. Or what do you think? A part of me whispered.. Sometimes z we must stoop to conquer.. Keep pleading and you just might be the first to touch some soft spot in his hardhearted nature. How hilarious! I chuckled. The King, show mercy? No way. 'Stop being a coward, Latifah'. I thought. How? I immediately remembered my father at one time, quoting the famous words of Julius Caesar, that… Cowards die many times before their death. But the villains never taste of death but once.

“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.” ***

“You have no narrow down who you are talking about. There are many people who have crossed me, and I have skinned them for it. I always keep souvenirs. I hate liars and people who think they can outsmart.” “Don’t we have someone in the basement who tried to outsmart me for years, and his time came?” Nikita asked. She spilled the tea she was spilling, and she looked like she wanted to cry. “I’m sorry. I am so sorry.”

“What’s the meaning of this betrayal, crusader? Did the witches’ magic get to you?” “Shut up and die, old fool!” ‘Stab!’

It was bigger than the average axe yet he carried it with one hand like a feather. He walked around the men that knelt before him. He slowly walked as though inspecting them. " Some people are willing to betray a thousand years of friendship just to get a little bit of spotlight ", he quoted. I had heard the famous quote before. None of them seemed to tense. They were used to this. It would be hard to determine who had done this. There was no fright or shaking. " One day, we will have to say goodbye when we are not ready.", He began to say.

“Say it again. I dare you.” Never expecting the matter to blow out of proportion, Stella quickly pulled Robb away. “Robb! Stop fighting!” Roger still hadn’t lost his rationale and stared at the man before him. “I treated you as my friend, but you stabbed me in the back. If you have anything against me, come at me. Don’t do all these dirty tricks behind me. You’re just being pathetic!” “Aren’t you the same? You went behind my back as well! Who’s the actual hypocrite?”

“I think… if someone close to me betrayed me, I’d want to know why. I’d want to understand if they meant it or if there was more to it. Sometimes, people act out of… necessity, or fear, or even love.” His expression hardened, the coldness in his eyes returning. “So you’re saying backstabbing is excusable? That there’s probably some noble reason behind it?” “No,” I said quickly, not wanting him to misunderstand. “Not excusable, but… maybe understandable, depending on the circumstances.” He let out a low, bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You’d rather make excuses for people than just see them for what they are?” I held his gaze, unflinching. “Maybe. Or maybe I just believe people are complicat

"How dare you backstab me, you son-of-a-b*tch?!" John, the man labeled as [Bankrupt] and was bowing at Sean, slowly stood straight. He gloated at Sean sarcastically, and with the glee of someone who had gotten his revenge. "Do you really think you're a God, Sean Chetman? Do you think your little tricks went unnoticed?" He pointed at the [Grand Master] standing in the corner. "We were the ones who fed you every word on that so-called 'short-selling report' you used to destroy me.