Backstabbing Two Faced Quotes Novels & Stories

I shrugged while taking a swig from my bottle. “Did you hear what I said?” he hissed as he stared at me. “We are ruined. No one wants to help me. No one is taking my calls anymore. All my hard work and all the favors.” he grunted as he banged the table, “Everything is ruined. I was this close to having it all. I covered my tracks, thinking I had loyal people. I should have never trusted him. I never should have trusted anyone because they are all back stabbers. Adam should have been dead if you had done your job properly. You should have killed him when you had him in your clutches. This is all your fault. Why can't you do one thing right?”

She asked her, and she just chuckled again, and responded. “A little piece of advice, baby. You shouldn’t trust anyone, not even your close friends, because nowadays, it’s actually friends who stab people in the back.” She informed, and that was it, Lizzy banged her hands on the table playfully and eased the tense room. “Girls, it’s enough please, we’re having dinner.”

I tried to laugh, “What do you mean? You are very keen on justice.” “Stop it, Baldwin. It doesn’t suit you,” Bruce told me calmly. “What doesn’t?” I asked. “Pretence,” he answered. “You are very angry at me right now and you probably want to kill me for ruining your plans. That’s how you feel, am I wrong?” I didn’t reply. “I hate two-faced people. Pick a side, Baldwin. Don’t try to smile at me while hiding a knife behind your back. I won’t stand for it,” he told me firmly.

He came to sit right in front of her . "Well....I...wo...wouldn't know.. " Emily stuttered and lowered her eyelashes . "Why are you so trusting ? Huh ? " Micheal squinted his eyes . "What are you so distrusting ? Huh? " She retorted back . "Well you couldn't go on trusting everyone in the world . You'll only die early . " Micheal replied in as - a - matter - of - fact tone . "Well you couldn't go on distrusting everyone in the world . You'll only die early . " She twisted his words back at him.

It was someone we had once considered a friend, a confidante—a person we had never suspected of harboring such darkness. Their face was a mask of stoicism, hiding the malevolence that lay within. "So, you finally figured it out," they sneered, their voice laced with venom. "But it's too late. I have already won." With a surge of adrenaline, we confronted our nemesis, demanding answers, demanding justice. The truth spilled forth, revealing a twisted tale of jealousy, greed, and a thirst for power. The realization that someone we had once trusted had orchestrated this elaborate charade cut deep, leaving wounds that would take time to heal.

Ethan had never been crucified like this by a lady before, so he subconsciously refuted. " I am not a moron. I had faith in him, and he was one of my closest friends. "How could I have known he would betray me?" "It's illogical! If you're wise, you won't treat your adversary as a friend. Get it? After being set up, the only thing you can do is become enraged. Your stupid ass deserved it!" Debra's annoying words irritated Ethan. "Your ass is the stupid one. You scumbag." "So you're angry now, right? Fight back with your gut instinct! You moron!" Debra retorted angrily.

White's words cut through the air like a sharp knife, not only taunting Charles but also ruthlessly pinching the already throbbing nerve deep within him. Charles's eyes narrowed, his anger flaring like a smoldering fire suddenly stoked to life. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he confronted Mr. White's misguided support. “And where has that support gotten us, Mr. White? Hn?" He questioned with biting cynicism. "Hunter not only backstabbed us, but he also propelled his own company to the top of the cosmetic industry in just four years. All while he was the CEO of our company! Some good support you showed by letting him breach the laws of the same company founded by your beloved senior Mr. Br

He in turn groaned in reluctance, and a moment's stillness later, he spoke like he was spilling gold out of his pie-hole, "I am the one who you like to call the Jerk Mummy King." Do you ever just forget to hide your expressions for a minute and then you're like 'I did not mean to make that face out loud'? Yes. That face. I was making exactly that face right about now. The Oh-sh*t-I'm-screwed face. Think! Think Lithe think! You are the sassy, smartassy most awesome little lollipop triple dipped in brilliance. Making an excuse is a piece of cake. Anything will do. Just speak up. You know you have got this. You can do this!

he quoted. “The what?!” He burst into laughter again, “You didn’t know?” “Woah! That’s so rude of them to call me that” I gaped at the thought. “Hey, stop laughing! I’m gonna take back the friendship handshake if you laugh anymore” I threatened. He sat straight immediately clearing his throat. “Sorry, it’s not my fault you quote too much”. “But schmuck?” I placed a finger under my chin squinting. “That’s so rude. Who even came up with that?”

Marcus leaned back in his chair, studying me the way a man studies a wildfire, cautious, calculating, but powerless to stop it. Marcus had always been powerless to stop me after all. I adjusted the cuff of my sleeve, my voice calm but carrying a razor edge, “And as for you, Father… maybe you should stop wasting your time on Emelia and start watching your own back. You’ve made too many enemies, and not all of them will come at you head-on. Backstabbing is a common sport in this world, isn’t it? I’d hate to see you fall victim to it.” Marcus’s eyes narrowed dangerously, but I didn’t wait for a reply. I turned on my heel, walking toward the door with the same steady stride I’d entered with.