Stabbed In The Back Quotes Novels & Stories

The back shot met him unexpectedly, and I was also not expecting it. "Whaaaat thaaaa fuuuuuck!!!" I yelled at the instant, squinting to a corner in the tent for safety. I didn't even see Ekun, he came out of nowhere, and now he had stabbed Ubuntu, just like that, like the backstabber that he was all along. 'See what I was talking about…' Lusee whispered in my ears. 'the fuck, huh…' I squealed.

My back throbbed in pain as I stared into their blank orbs which were covered with glass. “Who are You!” My voice came out meekly than I had anticipated, causing me to inwardly curse. I cleared my throat before trying again. “WHO ARE YOU!” I screamed at the two dangerous looking men who were shielding my view from the door. They all just stood there, completely unwavered by my franctic actions. Seeing that I was not getting a response, I dragged myself up, groaning as I felt like a trillion needles were being stabbed at my back.

I tried to get up from the bed but a sharp pain immediately seized my back, causing me to lie back on the bed. "I'm sorry." She apologised, her hand gently resting on mine. I gritted my teeth because of the pain, and that was the exact time I remembered what had exactly happened to me. The stabbing! I remembered the last thing that happened before I fell into a world of darkness. Axel! He had stabbed me! The physical and emotional wound even made it worse, as if both were entwined in a painful dance.

My breath failed, each impact a new world of agony. Through a growing buzz in my ears, I heard a hissing voice, close to my face, laden with hatred and intimidation: "Next time, watch who you defend, you arrogant bitch." One last brutal kick to my back, and then, the sound of hurried footsteps fading away. The parking lot lights seemed to flicker and blur above me. I tried to move, but a stabbing pain in my rib paralyzed me. The asphalt was cold against my cheek. Very cold. The night sky of Chicago, a dirty blanket of orange lights, was the last thing I saw before the darkness took the pain away.

I turned behind me slowly, only to find a black dagger half buried in my flesh. For a moment, my brain refused to process it. There was a dagger in my back. I let out a humourless laugh of disbelief. She dared… She dared to stab me in the back. My fingers twitched uselessly at my sides. Ophelia stumbled backwards, sniffling. "I'm sorry, Roman. But I really have no choice!" She cried, and my legs gave out, a blinding fury exploding inside of me.

Everything around me began to tilt as I tried to hold on to my balance, but my knees hit the ground before I could stop it. I had been stabbed from behind.

There were nine loud claps in unison. I took my shirt off and straddled the chair Marcus indicated, leaving my back open to his artistic hands. The rotary machine in his hand buzzed to life and I knew my life would never be the same again. “Are those bullet wounds?” Patrick asked me as they watched Marcus inking a specialized Zeta tattoo on my back. “Yes.” “How did you get them?” he asked me. “I got shot.” Loud laughter erupted in the basement.

She pulled her arm away from it, her bare back coming to view. “How does she have so many scars?” “What’s wrong with her back?” “It’s disgusting.” “I can’t even look at it.” “Are those claw marks?” Janiya face was contorted disgustingly as she stared at Stacey’s back. It was as if they clawed her mercilessly, they deepened their nails into it, and also beat her to the point of no return. A tingling sensation coursed through her. She took her eyes off it, not wanting to imagine what it felt being in that position.

So I staggered to my feet, laboring with every deep inhale clutching my sides and grinding my teeth against the pain. I looked around for anything to use as a weapon and I saw a thick piece of metal jutting from the area I had thrown the other man earlier and I limped over there to get it. Lost in the sick pleasure he derived from forcing her, he wasn't paying any attention to me, so I picked up the metal in my hand, tightening my fingers around it, I moved towards him and ran it through him effectively stabbing him in the back. I did it with so much force that it pierced through his chest coming out on the other side. He staggered up, looking at the protruding piece of metal sticking out fr

A deep voice whispered into my ear right as pain shot through my back. A tortured cry left my lips as the sting in my back became an intense pain that worsened the deeper the knife got. "Time won't." I spat out. I felt weak and my body felt heavy. I could not even speak. Time would soon reset and whoever stabbed me would realize that their death was in vain because everything was gone. "Baby I know." The god whispered. The knife was pulled out and stabbed back into the spot one more time. Black spots filled my eyes before I was passing out within seconds.