Stabbed In The Back Quotes Novels & Stories

Caro scoffed handing him a plastic bag to do his business in. “You know what, I’m starting to feel you have fun watching me suffer, don’t you think so Lizzie?” He spoke turning to Lizzy who was busy patting his back and holding back her laugher so she didn’t offend him. “I don’t think I need to get in between whatever this is” she chuckled. “Wow, great! Let’s all remember the day I was brutally stabbed in the back by two of the people I love so dearly” he spoke dramatically wiping his fake tears.

He couldn’t say anything. Andi wasn’t sure how she felt about him staring at her like that. His eyes were intensely focused on her body. She started to turn away to keep him from judging her when he seen the partial tattoo on her back. Jace spoke up then. “What’s that?” She looked over her shoulders, to meet his gaze again “What?” “That on your back?” “It’s a pair of scissors and thread.” “Why scissors?” The real reason was that all three girls had gotten tattoos of their perspective symbols but she dint want to explain that to him. “Its for when the thread of life is cut. I told you were Greek.”

He stabs him right on his right shoulders and I can see the blood gushing out of his body again. No! Xavier was hurting just some moment ago and it is the same hand where he was cut off and not even after some hours, he has hurt the same hand even though it’s in different places. “Fucking motherfucker! I hate the backstabbers,” he says as he stabs him on his stomach and I can see the blood gushing out of his stomach. When he is hurt, he runs away from him and doesn’t even see back. The one on the floor lies there without even a voice now and the next person in the scene is me and I can’t even believe what I have seen right now?

“It hurts like being stabbed by a thousand needles.” “I didn’t know my rejection would be this fatal,” Hanna murmured in a hurt tone as the young man who had helped her looked in so much pain with the gruesome marks clearly printed on his broad chest. “So, how can I help you?”

Before he could finish, Liam had already shoved Zach to the ground and began punching him repeatedly in the face. Liam may have come from a remote pack, but his strength was unquestionable. Soon, blood appeared at the corner of Zach's mouth. I rushed forward and kicked Liam away with all my strength, shielding Zach behind me. "Liam, why are you hurting an innocent person? Zach and I are just superior and subordinate." I returned to Liam the exact same words he had once used on me. Liam stared at me in disbelief, as if still trying to figure out whether I was faking this or truly serious.

"I will be back, alright?" Cassandra watched him as he started toward the entrance backward. He blew her a kiss, and she caught it and waved him to go in quickly. Once he turned his back on her, someone tapped Cassandra's shoulder, she turned, but before she could make out who it was, she was stabbed thrice in the stomach by the person. She shrieked and fell to her knees.

I feel a pain in my stomach, the pain steals my breath. Groaning in pain, sweat beads form on my forehead and I grit my teeth. “Titus, what’s wrong” Marcus asks me in panic. I can’t breathe. “Mate is hurt, let me out.” Orion is thrashing and whimpering. “Destinee, she… she is injured, drive faster, she is close.” I grit out when I’m hit with pain in my back. She is fighting. He steps on the accelerator as the pain starts to subside. The pain in my stomach is still there. Someone has stabbed her, I can feel it. Orion howls in my head. He is fighting me for control.

baby, that’s when everything came back in a rush, and I am fucking pissed. I feel a little weak so I already know I will have to throw the knife to disable her, because I don’t think I will have the time nor the strength for a chest or head shot. Looking around, I needed a distraction in order to strike and then try to get away, taking a deep breath, fuck it I’ll just have to wing it. Oh well, folks I’m sure yall know what I’m about to say so I won’t even bother, we will just see how this shit turns out. “Well damn, yall couldn’t even give me a damn bed, box cot, or even a bail of hay or something, I had to wake up like this. I was stabbed by my man’s ex protecting our babies and yall ju

and criss-crossed with slivers of silver scars and wounds. "See this," he traces over a deep line. "A man stabbed me in the seconds before he died, I didn't even notice because I was too busy watching him bleed." He twists and shows his shoulder, where a lightning fork of hard tissue runs over his muscle. "This was from the brother of a man I shot in the back, I didn't even know his name – didn't care." Akio is crying, salty tears drip from his lashes and fall onto his pyjamas, his face blotchy watching Nikolai.

He continues to glide his other hand up and down my back. “This one,” He moves my finger so it traces over a triangular shaped scar toward the back of his arm, while he finds a similar pattern on my back. “Came first. Then this one,” He traces two identical lines that have a slight curve, both with my hand on his arm and his other hand on my back. “Showed up a few days later. And then these were the last.” Six little jagged slashes about two inches long each. I remember this one, because it felt like they used a barbed tip on the end of the whip that time.