Final Fantasy 8 Betrayal Sword Novels & Stories

How could you betray us like this? Shirley lowered her head and looked like she wanted to disappear on the spot. "Just yesterday Keith told me you were someone trustworthy. He insisted he was going to marry you. How could you do this to him? "Please never come to our house again. And stay away from Keith from now on!" By the time Shirley was taken away by the police, her face had gone pale. Right before leaving, she finally dropped the act and glared at me viciously. 'Keith, just wait. I'll make your life a living hell!'

"She used to bully Selena all the time when she first came home. I thought years of teaching would change her, but she only got worse! You treated her so well, and she still betrayed you. She’s completely ungrateful!" "Exactly, Lucian, you can’t let that woman off so easily!" Lucian’s expression darkened as he replied, "Don’t worry. I won’t let her off that easily." Their ability to twist black into white was almost impressive. They said I had wronged them. It was laughable. Just as they wished, I had already paid with my life. I wondered, almost with amusement, whether they would pop champagne to celebrate once they found out. Lucian’s phone buzzed. He opened the message.

"The Aphrodisiac Curse was fake. The pregnancy was fake. My wife's betrayal was a lie. The doll was planted. Jennifer, what part of you is real?" She blurted out, "That's impossible! Those symptoms, I spent a fortune getting them from Southvale…" She clamped her hand over her mouth, eyes wide with horror. But it was too late. Everyone had heard it. "Southvale?" Scott let out a quiet laugh, empty of warmth. "So that's it. You paid good money for a fake curse and staged all of this." Above his head, the number representing his affection for her plummeted. It dropped from 85 to 70… 50… 30…

Matilda was hunched over her desk, two monitors open, one AirPod in, and a giant cup of cold brew sweating beside her keyboard. Her long braids were looped into a messy bun on top of her head, and she was muttering at an email when Olivia walked in. “You’re lucky I like you,” Olivia said dryly, “because I just betrayed every fiber of my feminist code to get what we need.” Matilda didn’t even look up. “That better mean Lucas signed.”

I quickly opened a bottle of wine neatly placed on the table and downed it in a go. That was when I broke. I dropped by the bed and sank to the floor, the rug, soft under my knees as I folded into myself. My whole body shook but I didn't even care that I was sobbing like a child. It poured out of me. Everything. The pain, the betrayal, the shame, the rage. All of it. The image of Tristan and Taylor together… in our bed having sex kept flashing in my head, and every time it did, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

"Why? To finally get the truth, Helen." "I think I know you, but I really don't. I misjudged you, Helen. What grudge did you have against Madeline?" "Ean, what are you talking about?" Helen tried to sound innocent, but there was a tremor in her voice. "Don't call my name. It makes my skin crawl," he snapped. Helen's expression hardened, and she dropped her facade. "So, you know everything?" "Yes, I do. Why did you do it, Helen? Why?" Ean's voice cracked with betrayal.

Matteo appeared at my door, obviously sent in by Gabriel to calm the storm and to talk some sense into me. “Listen, I can spare you two guys for the afternoon to help you clean up. I don’t know where Maria is, but I suppose she got the afternoon off. Put on a brave face, finish the week and we will talk about this tomorrow afternoon ok?” he said soothingly. “No! Fuck Gabriel and fuck this place! I’m leaving!” I screamed at Matteo. Taken aback by my outburst, Matteo grabbed me and hugged me until I had calmed down. Tears of rage, betrayal and disbelief ran down my face, soaking Matteo’s shirt while he calmly patted my hair and rocked me in his arms.

The gates of the Palace are locked shut and an army of soldiers stand guard. "Who is there?" One of them barks. "It's Isla," I choke out in a small voice that is not mine, "I'm the Prince's betrothed!" Then, the soldiers turn into an uproar. The laugh mocking me but in a bored way as if they have heard it before. "But I am the Prince's betrothed!" I cry out. My eyes darts to all their faces one by one but they all don't seem to believe me and then, my eyes lands on one of the guards who is not laughing, he just stands there staring right at me.

He pulled his sword out once more and then shoved it into both of us once again, through Selestra’s back. “Please, forgive me!” I said as my body started going weak and pain filled me. “I never meant for this to happen!” Raif pulled his sword out of Selestra’s back and my chest once more, and then raised it high above his head again as he pushed Selestra off me with his foot. “Well, you can have each other … in Hell!” he yelled as he struck the final blow, shoving his sword directly into my chest. My eyes began to close, but the last thing I remembered seeing as a human was the look of betrayal and hurt in his eyes. Then, everything suddenly went black.

But with grief. Because betrayal from an enemy is expected. But betrayal from your mirror? Your blood? Your twin? It is a wound that does not scab. Elara turned. “I should have you executed.” “I know.” “I should strip your name from the records.” “I know.” “I should cast you to the Pact and let them finish what you started.” Saphira closed her eyes. And whispered: “I know.” Silence again. Until. “I can still be your blade,” Saphira said. “Not your sister. Not your second. But your sword. Use me. I owe you that much.”