Stabbed In The Back Quotes Novels & Stories

His guards were on me before I could get anywhere near him and they pinned me to the floor as he staggered to his feet and came rushing towards me, punching me hard on the face, “You fucking bastard! Why didn’t I know that you placed your mark on the bitch already?” he yelled in anger and frustration, hitting me weakly because the lightning had struck him pretty badly. I can see the scars on his body, but he was beginning to heal quickly and his healing would have been complete if something unexpected didn’t happen. He was focused on taking his anger out on me, punching me as hard as he can. He did not see someone sneaking up behind him, he did not notice that the crowd was getting more as m

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.

Instead, he would deliver every blow with all his strength. With each punch he threw, someone would fall to the ground, incapacitated. Just like that, the two of them defeated dozens of men. Before Caroline could smile in relief, she saw someone getting up behind Kirk with a knife he had gotten out of nowhere. She didn't even have time to warn him when she saw the man stab Kirk in the back as he walked toward her. "Kirk!" Caroline yelled anxiously. Behind him, the tip of the knife pierced Kirk's back. The man only made a shallow cut before he lost his strength.

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.

Quentin, realizing the situation was dire, spun around to dash for the inner yard. However, it was too late. A squad of armed officers had already stormed the back of the inner yard, trapping Quentin. One officer delivered a powerful kick to Quentin's gut, sending him flying. He skidded across the wet ground of the courtyard, a pitiful figure sprawled in the rain. Quentin hit the ground hard, clutching his belly, his face twisted in excruciating pain. A gush of blood dripped from his lips. He knew without a doubt that his ribs were shattered. His face contorted as he sucked in sharp breaths through the agony.

Chest heaving and mockery filled. He stared at me, shocked. "What the fuck is funny?" I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye. "You. The big, bad Lombardi. You're afraid of antiseptic?" He glared. "I'm not afraid. It stings like a bitch." "Exactly." I smiled. "You're afraid." "I've been stabbed." "And you cried then too?" He scowled obviouslytriggered. "You're lucky you're helpful." "Mm-hmm."

I quickly stood up and grabbed the water bottle in the cup holder to swish and spit out what was left in my mouth. “I’m fine, thank you,” I said, grimacing when I looked down at the mess I just made on the edge of the sidewalk and the street before pouring the rest of my water on it. “You sure?” He asked, and I nodded my head. I was anything but fine. I had just found out I had been stabbed in the back by the man I loved… had loved in the past… currently loved? I shook my head to clear the thoughts from it, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just stressed.” I repeated.

“Something like this doesn’t just happen.” I feel like I’m a kid again and he is scolding me for doing something I shouldn’t have been doing. Reluctantly, I reply, “I was walking past a couple of ladies arguing. Their argument turned into a fight, and one of them threw the other into my back, knocking me down to the ground.” A pain suddenly shoots through my back. With my uninjured hand, I rub my lower back where I was hit. “Then I was elbowed or kneed in the back. I’m not sure. The cut came from me falling to the cement floor and trying to prevent myself from face planting the hard floor.”