Stabbed In The Back Quotes Novels & Stories

After all, Sophia had injuries, and she could not hold on for too long. In no time at all, she was kicked by someone. A man took the opportunity to stab towards her with a dagger. Elliot was so scared that he could hardly breathe. He kicked away the man beside him, leaped toward Sophia, and directly embraced her as they fell to the ground. The knife ruthlessly stabbed into his back. He grunted in pain, raised his hand to support himself, and kicked the person who stabbed him away. Sophia was startled and hastily called out to him, "Elliot, are you okay?"

Alice cried out from behind him, "Watch your back!" Tristan turned around just in time, putting the man in his grasp as a shield before him, and his comrade, who was too fast to stop, rammed his blade-arm extension into his back. The man who had just stabbed his friend flashed his eyes wide in horror, and quickly stepped backward to regroup. He seethed through gritted teeth, behind his face wrap, and said, "I'll make you pay!"

If Mario was here and looking at me like I was about to go rabid then it was an answer enough. The first step I took had my knees buckling and I had to brace my hand on the hospital bed. Mario came to my side and took my other hand as he pushed me back on the bed. I took deep breaths to ward off the stab of pain. Fûck the back of my leg seemed to be on fire. I shook my head when Mario tried to push me to sit down and looked at him. He said, “A shard of glass sliced the back of your calf. And there are two bullet wounds on your back. Sit down.”

While his back is turned to me, I move. I spring off the bed, the knife in my hand. Before I can think, before I can let him react, I stab him. I’m worried about hitting his ribs. So I go for the lower right quadrant. He’s muscular, and for a split second I’m worried about the amount of force that I applied, until I feel the knife push into his muscles. I pull it out quickly, stabbing in where I can tell. Kidneys. Liver. I get in two stabs before he spins, roaring. “You bitch!” he screams.

It was a masterclass in evasion, building a fence of corporate etiquette around the facts. But his gaze continued to wander across to Sabe, being treated by paramedics a few feet away. He saw them slice through his jacket with precision, revealing a scatter of tiny angry cuts across his shoulders and back, and a deeper, more worrying gash on his arm. Sabe sat stoically, barely flinching as they picked out the glass and cleaned the wounds. His eyes met Anton’s across the crowded corridor, a silent communication passing between them: I’m fine. Hold the line.

The actor shook his hands off him and walked away, making the manager yell at his back, "You are not scared of her now? Just go and take a fucking look at your back and then tell me if you feel the same." Kevin ignored his words and walked away but once he was all alone in his room, he looked at himself in the mirror. He seemed hesitant but he took off his t-shirt and turned his back at the mirror to reveal a huge cut on his back which went diagonal from his right shoulder to his spine. The wound was still fresh and not fully healed. Kevin tried to touch it but flinched in pain making him immediately withdraw his fingers. His handsome face filled with agony when he remembered what happened t

I ask him. He doesn't say anything but looks down at his feet. "When I was hurt you were there an entire day comforting me and holding me. When you were fucking married Andre. Do you see how misleading that could be?" I ask him. I was seething. The more I think about it the anger I become. He sighs, he stands running his fingers through his blonde hair. He has his back to me. his white shirt lifting giving me a view of the scar on his lower back, where he was stabbed by a knife protecting me when we were teens.

For hours I keep going and don’t see anything familiar until I finally see the house at the outskirts of town and little Maria running outside and playing. I sigh and start to feel relieved, but it is cut short when I feel a stabbing pain in my lower back. Spinning around on my heals, I see Cassius with a blood-stained knife in his hands and a self righteous smile on his face. Reaching behind me with my right hand, I feel the sickening slippery warmth emanating from my back.

I swear I just closed my eyes for a second and before I know it there was a sharp stinging pain I started to feel at my back. “Ahhh.” I flinched and turned to look at the man who stabbed me at the back. I know it was laced with wolfsbane. Although I was no longer a wolf, still it is painful if not lethal for me. I hurriedly punched him in the head before clutching him by his neck. “I said enough of your trickery Michael. If you can’t face me, you better should have remained dead years ago.” With that I started to crush his neck. He started to wriggle, to loosen my grip but to no avail.

I didn't want any more trouble, my desire to hit him was gone. After having an hour, I got tired and headed home, the next day I had to go to school. I had been walking for about three minutes when I heard some footsteps behind me. I tried to turn around quickly, but I couldn't and I didn't see who it was when I felt a strong pain in my lower part of my back. At that moment I knew I had been stabbed. I fell to the ground and was just bleeding non-stop. The person who had done this ran so fast that in seconds their footsteps were no longer audible.