Backstabbing Two Faced Quotes Novels & Stories

"Mi hai ingannato. Hai ingannato mia sorella. Era solo un bambino, come potresti farlo con lei? Sei un mostro. Ho riversato tutto il mio tempo, amore, sforzo, eppure hai scelto di tradirmi? L'audacia !! ( You deceived me. You deceived my sister. She was just a child, how could you do this to her? You're a monster. I poured all my time, love, effort, and yet you chose to cheat on me? the audacity !! ) The guy on the floor opened his eyes, but he wasn't in his sense, his half-naked body angered her more," Ti ho amato ma hai scelto di backstab me ( I loved you but you chose to backstab me )" The girl before him said in her broken tone infused with emotion and disdain for the dainty body laid be

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.

He imagined her as Tyler and did what he liked at that moment. Iris's mouth parted and her eyes snapped open to meet Leonard's. "What the f**k is this Ashton?" Alex was the first one to stand from his chair to shout where was Leonard was caught in the moment. Iris's ocean blue eyes were fixed on Leonard's golden one with immense pain, hate, and questions in them. Backstabbing was known as one of the worst things in this world and Ashton simply stabbed on her back in front of Leonard while she was kneeling keeping her head down.

" 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?"

Fabio said and Micheal scoffed. "You know what I find funny? It's the fact that someone like yourself is audacious enough to refer to me as a pretentious and deceitful person when you're not even better than me. I mean come on Fabio, haven't you heard the saying that people who live in houses made of glass shouldn't throw stones? You should know by now that I'm not going to tolerate any insult from you, especially if not when I'm aware of the fact that you're not any better than me," Michael fired back at Fabio and Fabio could not help but be confused by Michael's words.

The silent killer, hiding in plain sight. I smiled beneath my hood. Yes, the faces I had wanted to see all along were complete. This last face had taught me a lesson: never to trust anyone; no matter how much you know them, it can never be enough. Lucy, the face of the traitor, the one who held her knife behind her back while smiling for all the world to see. “You can't trust your friends too much,” I whispered to myself, leaning slightly against a gravestone for cover. “Most times, the person who orchestrates your downfall sits beside you at dinner, laughs with you, even sleeps in your house…”

I gulped, masking my hurt, “What are you trying to say? I am only telling yo…” “Keep that to yourself,” She stomped toward me, making me step back in a hurry. I was startled with sudden fury on her face, what did I do wrong to offend her? “You took away my position and still, you have the nerve to say you’re my fan…” She spat. “Well, guess what?… I have seen many backstabbers like you and whatever they face in the end, you can’t even imagine it with your tiny brain, you get me?”

The betrayal, the deception, the hollow promises once made whispered in the dark. The image of his face, contorted in a cruel smile, flashed before my eyes. His words, laced with venom and deceit, echoed in her ears. "You will be nothing without me," he had said, his eyes cold and calculating. "you're a pathetic little thing, trapped in a cage of your own making. You don't even have a good wolf to communicate with. Poor thing."

he whispered. "No," I corrected, leaning closer until our faces were inches apart. "A fool is someone who doesn't know better. You knew exactly what you were doing when you used my love to build this company. You used me as a stepping stone and kicked me away when you reached the top. Now, I’m just pulling the stone out from under your feet. Don't pretend you're shocked."

He abruptly stood up, glaring daggers at the manager, his voice shaking with rage: "You're in on this with Alessia, aren't you?! You're helping her set me up!" He forced a cold sneer, desperately trying to salvage his pride. "Do you realize she's been disowned by the Castello family?!" The manager’s face remained entirely blank. "Sir, please pay the bill. Otherwise, we have no choice but to involve the police." The murmurs grew louder, now dripping with blatant mockery. Julian's expression turned incredibly ugly. Not wanting to lose any more face here, he pulled out a sleek credit card and slammed it on the table. "Swipe it."