Quotes About A Backstabbing Friend Novels & Stories

“Shh, little girl,” he growled, teeth catching my bottom lip. I fought the moan, but he circled my clit, my hips jerked helplessly against his hand. Then he pushed my panties aside and sank two thick fingers inside me. I soaked his palm, knees buckling as tremors wracked me. “That’s it, cum for me,” he whispered against my ear. I did. Waves crashed through me while he held me up, stroking gently, murmuring filthy praise that made it sweeter, deeper, more shattering than anything I’d ever felt with a woman. I’m a lesbian. I’ve always known it, claimed it shamelessly. I’ve mapped women’s bodies with my mouth, hands, loving every touch and gasp. My best friend’s tongue between my legs has made me come countless times. The only man I tried, my ex, was awkward, unsatisfying. I swore off them forever. I love women. I love my best friend. So why does this man, her father, the one I should never want make me wetter with one stroke than she ever has? Why am I aching for his cock, pushed inside me, thrusting relentlessly, filling me, ruining me in ways no woman could? Why does bending over his desk for him feel like the right thing to do? One forbidden touch. One devastating truth: I might never want another woman again. When I rejected the vice chancellor's advances, my best friend's obsessive aunt, she threatened expulsion. My friend took me to her father, the college owner. One look at his body and I was lost. That night in their home, hiding in the kitchen while watching him cook, I touched myself, craving what is forbidden. Will my best friend discover my sudden addiction to her father? Will her aunt ever stop wanting me?

His face was inches from mine. His breath ghosted over my lips—warm, whiskey-scented from dinner and my body remembered him instantly: the way he’d pinned my wrists, the slow grind of his hips, the filthy things he’d growled in my ear while I came apart beneath him. He leaned in. I felt the pull—like gravity, like hunger. My lips parted on instinct. Just one more inch and we’d be kissing again, messy and desperate, right here in his car like teenagers who couldn’t wait. But reality crashed in. I jerked back, pressing myself against the door. “We can’t.” His jaw ticked. “Why not?” "Because I practically raised you.” My voice shook. “Because your mom is my best friend and I'm way older than you..." "I don't care" he bit out, shocking me even further. "I’ve wanted you since I was old enough to know what wanting meant. And don’t pretend like you don't feel something too." Sophie helped raise him. She was there for homework, school runs, and the lonely years when his parents were too busy. To her, he was just her best friend’s son. Years later, she catches her husband cheating on their anniversary and loses her unborn child due to the shock, Sophie spends the night with a stranger that she never expects to see again. But the stranger is Antonio — the boy she once helped raise. Now he’s all grown up. Powerful. Successful. And off limits. She manages to escape from him — so she thinks — until days later, she gets hired in a fashion company where Antonio is the CEO.

Three years ago, Alicia Brown walked away from the only man who had ever made her feel undone. After a reckless one-night stand with a powerful stranger, she slipped out of his hotel suite, convinced that disappearing was the only way to protect her heart. No names or contact information were exchanged—only a connection so consuming it frightened her. She never imagined fate would bring her back to him. Until she steps into her best friend’s home for the holidays… and comes face-to-face with Rhys Connell. Her best friend’s father. The same man who gave her the most unforgettable night of her life. Wealthy. Controlled. Devastatingly composed. Rhys is a widowed billionaire with a reputation for discipline and emotional restraint, a man who would do anything to protect his daughter. The moment their eyes meet, the past ignites. He remembers the girl who trembled beneath his touch, the girl who vanished without a trace. And the only woman who has haunted him for three years. Now she is under his roof, laughing beside his daughter, and staying in the same house with him. Wanting her once was a secret. Wanting her now is betrayal. But Rhys has never been a man who forgets what belongs to him. And Alicia is about to learn that walking away from him once does not mean she was ever truly free.

I make a mistake. A rash and intoxicating mistake. One night. A stranger. A fire that burns my skin and leaves me breathless. But when the morning light comes, I run—leaving behind nothing but shame and a few crumpled bills. I think I’ll never see him again. Until I step into the towering kingdom of Wilder Group... and meet ーhim. Kai Wilder Reyes. A ruthless billionaire. The man who rules the city with just a snap of his fingers. The man who shares an unforgettable night with me. And worst of all—my best friend's uncle. His grin is sinful. His touch is deadly. His words are a trap I can’t escape. "I can destroy your husband for you, Vivian," he whispers, his lips dangerously close. "Make him regret ever betraying you." My ex-husband, Adrian Cownell, has shattered my heart, and Kai offers me justice on a silver platter. But at what cost? Because Kai never does anything for free. And when I ask him what he wants in return, he smiles. A slow, dark, wicked smile. "I want you, Vivian."

I’ve loved my best friend’s father for years. Damian Cole is untouchable. A cold, powerful tech billionaire who built an empire from nothing. He’s disciplined. Controlled. Off-limits. And completely unaware that every time he looks at me, my heart forgets how to beat. Until the night he catches me sneaking out with another man. The way he looks at me changes. The way he touches me changes. The rules change. What starts as one reckless kiss turns into a secret we can’t control. A love we shouldn’t want. A betrayal that could destroy the one person we both care about most — his daughter, my best friend. And when I discover I’m pregnant… I realize loving him won’t just ruin a friendship. It might ruin everything. But Damian Cole doesn’t lose what belongs to him. And this time… he’s choosing me.

Eggust Flemming had been obsessed with his mom’s best friend all his life and vowed that the next time he saw her he’d never let her go Juss índigo thought her life would end when she discovered she was pregnant for the little boy she had a one night stand with who happened to be her student and best friend’s son. But it was just the beginning of something she never saw coming

"I know you know that I have an effect on you. I know you do" His words made me rethink why I was thinking about my best friend’s brother in the worst ways possible but why did it feel so right. He came closer to me and planted a soft kiss on my cheeks. It made me feel so warm and wet and I hated the fact that I wanted more. I craved him in all ways possible but this is so wrong, there's Josh, I just can't leave Josh.

“Give it” I ordered, gesturing to my mask and lingerie. “Give them to me.” Something playful trotted in his eyes. “Take them” he toyed. I lunged in, and he leaned back, shifting to the side until I collapsed first against the cotton sheets. I turned to look at him, and he towered on top of me, looking down in a way that rolled spikes over my flesh. I could feel the heat from his body, and as if he noticed, he leaned closer. Until his breath steadied over my neck. “Max—” “What?” He said it so innocently. Like he didn't know what he was going. Like he… “You're the one holding my shirt.” I suddenly noticed the silk feel to my hand. My fingers already starting to mindlessly wander over his buttons. Let go. Let go Bianca! Why won't I let go?! “Does that mean I have permission to this?” *** To make earns meet, a struggling college student creates an OnlyFans page with a hidden identity. Her secret pays the bills, keeps her in school, and protects the quiet, invisible life she’s built. Until one message ruins everything. “Hi, Bianca.” Someone knows who she is, behind the mask… and he wants to meet. The culprit, a man that belongs to her best friend. A longing that should be off limits… until it isn't. Caught between a darkness deeper than her wildest imaginations, a desire stronger than the control that slowly slips away, and a truth that could destroy her reputation, Bianca is forced into a dangerous game of control and temptation. Where saying no is never simple, and saying yes could cost her everything.

Katherine Heart has been in love with Damon Rhodes for three years, which would not be a problem if Damon was not her ridiculously handsome best friend who keeps acting like her boyfriend without ever actually calling her his girlfriend. One minute he is kissing her breathless, telling her she is the only girl who truly understands him, and the next minute he is dodging every conversation about commitment with that stupid charming smile of his that should honestly be illegal. But when Damon drags Katherine to a luxury ring shop, she is convinced this is finally it. Until she realises it's not her. Humiliated, heartbroken, and determined to never let Damon see her cry again, Katherine throws herself into her internship at Rhodes Enterprises, where long hours and impossible workloads are easier to survive than watching the man she loves fall for someone else. There is only one problem. Nathaniel Rhodes, Damon’s older brother. Cold, terrifyingly powerful, and completely off-limits, Nathaniel is the kind of man who can silence an entire boardroom with one glance alone, yet for some reason, his icy eyes keep following Katherine everywhere she goes. And when one late night at the office leads Katherine to discover a side of Nathaniel nobody has ever seen before, her messy heartbreak suddenly turns into something far more dangerous. Now trapped between the boy who broke her heart and the man who could completely ruin her, Katherine is about to learn that love triangles are a lot messier when billionaires, jealousy, office scandals, and unresolved tension are involved. Because falling for one Rhode's brother was already a disaster. Falling for both of them? Absolutely catastrophic.

After I got a second shot at life, the very first thing I did was enroll in an intensive weight-loss boot camp. In my past life, my boyfriend was always on my case about my weight. He flat-out told me he wouldn't put a ring on it unless I got down to a hundred pounds. I tried every diet and workout plan out there—I pushed myself to the edge—but instead of losing, I packed on even more pounds. Meanwhile, my so-called best friend ate cheeseburgers, fries, and pizza like it was her job and still dropped from 130 pounds to a hundred in less than a month. The second she hit that magic number, my boyfriend's head turned. They started sneaking around behind my back. When I finally confronted them, they shoved me off a rooftop. It wasn't until after I died that I discovered the truth: my "best friend" had linked herself to a weight-transfer system. Every single pound I struggled to lose went straight to her. And every ounce of fat she should have gained? It landed right back on me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the exact day my boyfriend gave me his hundred-pound ultimatum. With every memory of my past life intact, I couldn't help but smile. My best friend wants to be skinny, does she? Well then, let's see how she likes being nothing but skin and bones. Let's see if forty-five pounds is skinny enough for her.