Betrayed At 17 Novels & Stories

As like I can say that I sensed that it was coming. I know that not every girls are like this, only a few do. But I trusted her as my friend at last she betrayed me. I eventually lost trust. I never get myself with any other girl. I don't do one night stand because it's waste of time. I have been rude to everyone other than my family members. That broke my trust in everyone. I know this is some silly reason. Being betrayed for the first time, I felt hurt. Even though I haven't liked her, but as a friend I acknowledged her at last that was my prize. After that trust became a big word to me. Aiden and Lucas were there for me. At first Aiden thought that to give her a chance, but Lucas always d

" I trust too much buttercup and that led to the death of my father" " I trusted Vince, I treated him like the older brother I never had but in the end, he betrayed me" " Tonight is not the time to talk about my past, it is all about you" About her, Elizabeth swallowed

I'd explain that later. As I grew up, I went to school with the rest of the pack kids, I trusted my friend, the beta's kid, he was a good kid too, Joshua, he was my first friend ever, I trusted him enough to tell him my mother beat me, it's a slap here and there, a hold too tight on my hand, a growl whenever I got close to her. Joshua told the whole class, told his parents, told the whole pack, Joshua betrayed my trust, but that wouldn't be the only time he'd ever do that to me.

A child born from that same betrayal. My chest tightened. This time, my frustration turned toward myself. How could I still defend that? How could I judge him... When my own kind had already broken every promise it claimed to protect? "So what does that make me?" I asked through clenched teeth. "First I get betrayed..." "And now I'm the other woman?" The words tasted bitter. Ugly. But they felt dangerously close to the truth. "Of course not." Genaro frowned immediately. "I would never put you in that position."

But he proved me wrong. “I won't be responsible for anything that happens to you. You are on your own." With that said, he let me go. My cab arrived just in time as I stepped out of the house. I couldn't think of an address, so I told him to take me to the nearest club in town. Leaning my head against the window, hot tears streamed down my face. I thought I was strong enough to endure the pain I felt in my chest, but Dimitri's betrayal hit me hard.

I slowly lifted my eyes to the screen Because now the betrayal was no longer hidden in shadows It was standing at the very top of our structure And the worst part was not that we had been infiltrated It was that someone we trusted completely Had just given Zarev the final key to take everything we had left to defend

He had been such a man all his life, until he sat here now, staring into the darkness of his own soul, and realized he had wounded a treasure he hadn’t known he’d held. He had known from the moment he met her that he was going to betray her. It was the way of the world. He couldn’t fully trust. He never gave complete control or complete trust to another person, outside of Brim. Just as he had known that retribution would be dealt to the guards’

They remained oblivious to my departure until I heard my name, "Helen." The mention of my name halted me in my tracks. The stool I had accidentally bumped must have jolted them from their romantic cocoon. I stopped, unable to bring myself to face them again. The emotions surged within me, and tears streamed down my cheeks. I bit my lips so hard they bled, determined not to break down. Swiftly, I fled the office, propelled by the sting of betrayal and heartbreak.

Doing a pregnancy test was the best way to get her to confess. Instead of being sad that my best bud betrayed me, I felt an overwhelming joy about the whole thing. My wife finally believed that I didn't betray her. And the best part was, I didn't commit a sin with the idiot. It was only a cooked up story. I was indeed stupid to overly trust the shit.

He sacrificed his wife and child for the sake of someone who had nothing to do with him. As the discussion intensified, more and more details of Steven’s actions were dug up and exposed. People began questioning the circumstances of my accident, including how I had fallen down the stairs, lost my baby, and broken my leg. Before I knew it, my social media account was flooded with messages. "Call the cops, girl! Don’t let that scumbag off easy!" "This was clearly an attempted murder!” “@BaymontSecurity @BaymontPolice, do your job!" Meanwhile, Steven’s own account was drowning in an overwhelming tide of curses and condemnation.