Betrayed By Friends Quotes Novels & Stories

I felt his hand on my chin, and gently, he turned my head so my eyes could meet his. "I don't care what other people think. I don't care if they are going to believe me or not. But I want you to believe me no matter what happens." He said softly while staring straight into my eyes. "Wherever you are today, you can never trust anyone. But I will choose to trust you, and you should trust me too. Be friends with no one but me. This place is more dangerous than you think. And if you ever fall into their trap, you will end up like what happened to me. "But what if you are the one who will betray me..?"

I whispered, fighting back my sudden tears. “You can absolutely trust me. We're friends right? These are just phases which we'll overcome together. We're great together. Look, we both crave revenge. Our enemies are just jealous that we're together.” He responded. "Why would you want me to believe you when I barely trust you. You call us friends but friends do not sell themselves out, do they? Friends have each other's backs and don't use each other as pawns for truth or dare, do they? You must have been laughing under your breath last night, looking at me get foolishly seduced.” I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut.

122. Amber stumbled backwards, feeling like a knife had been pierced through her chest. In that moment, the words of Friedrich Nietzsche which says “Betrayal hurts more when it comes from someone we trust. And the pain is reminder that our trust was misplaced and our love was blind.” She couldn’t believe the one person she had trusted with her life during her time of pain was the same person that caused her the pain to begin with? Ironically, it was like a twisted game of chess where she had been nothing more than a pawn, manipulated by a mastermind who had disguised himself as a friend and confidant. It was a cruel irony that only added to the bitter sting of betrayal.

She spent the whole night drinking with her heartbroken childhood friend. She left me alone in that cold ward to endure the agony of fractured bones. Back then, I still held onto a sliver of hope. I thought she was only confused for a moment. Now, I finally understood that it wasn't a coincidence. It was a deeply rooted pattern. In her world, Chris would always come first. Every little thing about him mattered more than my life. I was always the one who could be sacrificed and overlooked. From now on, I would stop compromising.

But that thought immediately wiped away as her words repeated inside my head. “The saddest thing about betrayal, is that it never comes from your enemy; it's always a person disguised as a friend or family, so don’t trust the combatant.“ Whom did she mean by it? A soldier, a warrior? It could be anyone. It could be anyone I know. Someone I know very well. Her words were obvious. A friend or family. A foe. That foe could be the reason blood will be shattered by the end of the night. Maybe the witch was part of the foe’s plan? Maybe not.

someone called out from the left side of the crowd. I let the questions hang in the air, just long enough for tension to coil again. Then quietly, I said, “It’s always the ones closest to us, isn’t it?” My tone was deceptively light as I stared at Genevieve pointedly. “Imagine trusting a supposed friend, only to find out they were planning your downfall the whole time. That kind of betrayal?” I paused, my eyes flicking to Genevieve with precision. “It doesn’t come from strangers.”

he spoke up, "All of it wants to regard that---" "Friendship is dead, is it not? Such dire truth, they won't bring out the best of you. They are not always there and they would do everything to watch you fall down. So sad that betrayal can only be done by people you care about. The only people that could emotionally scar you were all the people you love. From their pleasant smiles and loud happy laughs, people were bound to be blind from what's lurking under those smiles. Friendship is just a so-called bond created by ignorance." My resented are so heavy inside, for years, I haven't got to tell what I wanted to say until it slowly bottled up inside of me. That I ended up, angrily growled tho

His television beeped as a line of code was highlighted. There was another example when his legendary sixth sense had let him down. He had trusted all of his employees and one of them had betrayed him too. How could he trust anyone now? Two people finding their way into his life and striking at what mattered most to him. No, he couldn’t trust anyone anymore, maybe not even his friends. It was a sad state of affairs when he was questioning the four men who had stood by him through so much.

Rage, hatred, hurt, and betrayal have replaced the hunger in my stomach. I tried retracing my steps to see where I went wrong in all those years. We were friends, but I couldn’t find a single fault in my actions because I have been a damn excellent friend. Now, I feel as if there is no one I can trust—not even Alistair, who sits in front of me staring without saying a word. If my best friend can betray me like this, who else will? I sat up and clasped my hands together. “You don’t need to be here, Alistair.”

“And I didn’t want to put more weight on you until I did.” “Too late.” The words came out flat. Empty. My voice didn’t even sound like mine anymore. Lucas stepped closer. “Serena.” “No,” I said softly, shaking my head. “Don’t—don’t look at me like that. Like you’re sorry for breathing near me.” He exhaled, somewhere between frustrated and helpless. “I’m not sorry for being near you. I’m sorry that every time you reach for a truth, someone kills it.” That hit me harder than the news itself.