Romans & histoires Friends That Stab You In The Back Quotes

As I opened my eyes to see the trio—Leo, Stefan, and Lewis—standing before me in human form with their daggers, the feeling of betrayal hit me hard. For many years, they made me believe they were my friends. Leo and I have been close since we were teenagers, and I never knew his true intentions. From the start, he was going to turn against me someday. I could do absolutely nothing. Never in my life have I felt so powerless. “It’s better we just kill this bastard, right?” Stefan asked, moving closer with the dagger, then stabbed me twice. “This,” with the dagger he collected from Stefan, Lewis stabbed me once, “ is for taking the life of my mother and sister, Grey.” Another stab. “Just so you

I was in my predatory mode now, ready to kill anything in sight, no turning back. That asshole, Cedric, how dare he take my family? He was a dead man, that, I would make sure. I fucking trusted him. He was my beta for fucks sake. Well, I now understand the saying that it's not the stabbing in the back that hurts but it's when you see who stabs you that kills you. I stopped , zeroing in on everything but my senses to guide me. He was close by, I was beginning to catch his scent again.

I felt a sharp, familiar pang as I flashed back to my own devastating reaction when Tristan rejected me—discarding our history like trash—and named Claudia his fated mate in that very same breath. When people speak of a friend stabbing them in the back, that was the absolute height of it. It made me wonder, in the quiet, dark corners of my mind: how would Claudia have reacted if she had ever discovered that her "best friend," Yvonne, was secretly pining for her man, waiting for the first opportunity to step into her shoes? "Why are you smiling sheepishly?" Tristan’s voice snapped me out of my reverie. He was glaring at me, his eyes dark with a mixture of irritation and something I couldn't q

I had to live when my only reason to live was six feet under and then he showed up two years later and claimed to support me, he apologized, did all the sweet things and then, he called me insane when I opened up to him. Yet, Jared somehow thought that he had a right to me. How exactly? Why was it that people had this habit of stabbing you in the back and then asking why their knife was soaked in your blood? Why were people fond of playing the victim over and over again and demanding rights that they stripped themselves off.

David asked his son, Ryan shook his head “Because she belonged to my best friend. They were already married the first time I saw her, they were so happy and in love and I hated it, I would spend most of nights thinking of ways I could have her all to my self because I knew it was either her or none. I became distant with your mother even when our wedding was fast approaching. I didn't care, my mind was elsewhere and my heart with another but would she take me?, I asked myself that question a lot of times, would she feel the same way as I did. There was only one way to find out, it took years but I finally did by stabbing my bestfriend whom we had so much through together in the

"Those love letters you supposedly gave me, supposedly from Syv? Those photos you secretly took of her crying... it was all an act you two staged, wasn't it?!" His red-rimmed eyes then fell on Jackson, who was trying to struggle. The look in his eyes was a mixture of disbelief and pain at being stabbed in the back by a friend: "And you, Jackson! I considered you my friend! This is how you treat me? Behind my back, messing around with my woman, and planning to use a bastard to seize control of the Stormfang Pack?!" Jackson's mouth was split and bleeding from the blow. He leaned against the wall by the door, wiping the blood from his face with the back of his hand.

I often had heard about the friends, who stabs from behind but I had never expected that friend will turn out to be Aviv. I was sitting on the sand staring far at the horizon, thinking to myself. Why was I even there? My friend not only a friend but my best friend didn't even bother to hear what I have to say. Instead, he took Becca's side. How easily he overlooked those vows, he had made with me not once but for numerous times. I never felt that much pain, not even when James and Nicolas betrayed me. Not even when James made love with Megan in front of me.

“Shaken and torn up, but that should be gone soon. I just…” “You’re hurt” he said and I nodded. “You know, at some point in your life, you want to trust that someone is not out there to hurt you. But I just keep getting backstabbed by almost everyone I see. Fucking hell, I think the only one who hasn’t stabbed me in the back throughout working with him was Giovanni, but then again, he didn’t just let me go for free; the man used me to get his things done” I said, looking up at the stars. My heart ached, and I couldn’t help but notice that Dante held his breath for a second.

“Nonsense. I’m right here and I will protect you. I just don’t want the night to end. I don’t have any friends here. Everyone abandoned me because of my illness. It’s not my fault, but people are really mean. Even my closest friends abandoned me and laughed at me. My closest friends!” “Ah yes, I know all about that. I know all about backstabbing assholes who call themselves friends. I know all about them. I can tell you that I understand exactly what you mean since it happened to me too very recently.” Victoria said fiercely. She paused and leaned closer to whisper to Jessica. “Do you know the handsome billionaire Sebastian Thomas?”

My boyfriend is a cheater, and my best friends are secret-hiding backstabbers. I have never been so upset and disappointed in myself before. Wait… why am I upset with myself? I didn’t do anything wrong here, I was entirely in the dark about all of this. I noticed the looks they gave each other, sure, but the topic was never really brought up and I just thought of them as harmless looks of admiration. I never would have guessed that things would transpire the way they did. Stupid girl, Aurora. Kiran is right, and you need to stop being so nice and forgiving. These people betrayed me, they’re all backstabbers. My hands turned to fists as I thought about it.