Novel & Cerita Stabbed In The Back Quotes

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.”

I could see the regret buried under that blank expression he always wore like a shield. But it was too late. I didn't care about his excuses anymore. I smacked his hand away, then shoved him again. Harder this time. My hand fisted his shirt and I slammed him back into the wall, the sound echoing off the tiles. “You don’t get to do this,” I seethed. “You don’t get to act like the victim when you’re the one who stabbed me in the back.” He stared at me, wide-eyed. I let go of him, my chest still heaving.

Please goddess, don’t let me pass out before he was finished, or I will have a lot of explaining to do. WHIP! Please goddess don’t let me bleed through my shirt or I will also have to explain why only 20 lashes made my back bleed so fast. WHIP! The second I finished with my last prayer, I felt something trickle down my back. WHIP! Please goddess let it be sweat and not blood. WHIP! Please goddess do not make the alpha ask me to lift up my shirt to see the damage he did to my back. WHIP! If he asks me to do that, he will make me tell him how I got those cuts on my back.

'WHO' I stabbed a knife in his left knee. 'ARE' I stabbed his left palm. 'YOU.' I stabbed his right palm. 'WORKING' I stabbed his chest right in the core. 'FOR?' 'deco vobis quia ego autem non semper neque. Et ait autem amen dico vobis quia unus est enim Sequetur quandoque te ista cetera of vestri vita.' he said. I knew latin and he just said 'I won't tell you not now not ever. But let me tell you one thing we will haunt you for the rest of your life.'

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

I managed to dodge, hitting him in the chin hard enough to make him dizzy, and when I saw that, I lunged forward. "You should have died just like your baby!" the male shouted from the ground. The memories of Mary, the baby, came rushing into my mind. Her tiny body... so fragile. Cold. Her heart in complete silence. That's when I felt it. Blood. I was being stabbed in the back. "Die already, you and your entire cursed race!" exclaimed the third male, whom I hadn't seen. He was twisting the knife in my back as I was consumed by the intense pain that brought me to my knees...

The cold iron bars pressed painfully against my back, but even worse was the rough stone beneath me, hard, damp, and cutting into my skin. Every breath was a struggle, each inhalation sharp and shallow. My back was torn open, the lashes had gouged so deeply into my flesh that blood now ran down in sticky streaks. The silver spikes had burned me, delayed my healing, and left me as vulnerable as a mortal can be.

Just when I was finally feeling better again, I felt a sharp pain at my back. I gasped in pain which made Dylan withdraw from me and scan me from head to toe "Oh, you're bleeding." He said with his eyes wide open. From behind me, I heard Ava's evil laughter and I knew she was the cause. "What did you do?" He barked at her. Giggling like a crazy person, she said."I think I stabbed her at her back... I guess that makes me a... backstabber." She continued giggling louder and louder.