Stabbed In The Back Quotes Novels & Stories

I’d rather die than go back to that shit hole. A black SUV was waiting for us in the curve, one man in a suit slid out of the passenger side and opened the backseat. When we stood at the door, I spit on the man holding the door, head butter the man in my left, and stabbed the man in my right with my killer heels in his throat, just enough to choke him.

"If this is a mistake, I'll deal with the consequences." Gabriel hesitated only a second before pulling the keys from his belt. The lock clicked open. Leon stepped out slowly. No one lowered their weapons. "I understand if you don't trust me," he said quietly. "I don't," Marcus replied. Leon nodded. "I wouldn't either." Outside... The Silver Moon compound had become a battlefield. Buildings burned. Warriors clashed beneath the full moon. Smoke curled into the night sky, carrying the scent of blood and burning timber. Beauty froze.

Cold metal pressing against my back. Shit. I twisted, barely dodging a lethal knife strike from behind. The blade still slashed across my back, the pain sharp and hot as blood trickled down. I staggered but kept my grip on the bat. The man who stabbed me—wild-eyed, blood-streaked—grinned, ready to strike again. Then, a booming voice cut through the chaos. "FUCK THIS! OUT OF THE WAY!" The biggest guy in Pete's crew grabbed a propane tank lying nearby and hurled it with everything he had.

“I will not let you die without exacting your vengeance! I’ll try to keep healing. I won’t be able to fight you because I’ll be too focused on our wounds. Use the last of our strength to run when you see an opening. Is that clear?” “Roger that!” When I was told to stand up, I struggled to use the wall as a support pillar, trying to get on my feet with my throbbing legs. I saw an opening and was about to run towards it when I felt a kick on the side that had been stabbed, which sent me flying. I slammed my back against the wall, breaking my backbone. I screamed in pain. “We can’t take her back, she looks dead, so finish her and dispose of her as we always do,” said the one who had stabbed me

“Alpha Kai?” “You stabbed me in the back. Just like everyone else, you fucking stabbed me in the back.” He said, taking a step toward me. He grabbed me by my neck, pinning me against the wall behind me. “And I am going to show you what I do to those that stab their Alpha in the back.” His canines were bared for my eyes to see, and though I tried to cry out, no sound came. “NO!” I yelled, sitting up on the bed as I heaved harsh breaths. My chest rose and fell with each one.

Like she can help the situation somehow and she badly wants to help. A sharp snap in my back brings me down on my hands and knees. My fingers stretch out painfully and I watch them turn into pretty white claws. Then there is all these swelling in my limbs and muscles, but that is as much as I can take. I scream in agony, crying to Lea in my heart to stay back. The last thing I remember is a quick fracture in my knees before the earth goes black.

"No." "Too bad." He shifts and pulls the hem of my shirt up, its now ruined with blood along with my pants. "See it? It's a K." Sure enough there's a giant bleeding K on my hip. My stomach is churning and I start coming unhinged. Crying, cussing and fuming. "Why? Why do that? All that pain and for that? You stabbed me." "You were agitating me. It's my initial, the K. You want to see something?"

I coughed violently, vomiting water beside me, and looked at them as Ronan spat, “What about now?” “Screw you!” I whispered with effort as I spat at him. As they undid my restraints and dragged me back to what I now referred to as the lashing station. Instead of the normal whip with a ball on the end, he grabbed one that had three attached to it and walked over. He ripped the remains of my shirt off, which was destroyed by the previous lashes. luckily, my bra was still relatively in one piece. He lashed my back maybe three times with me screaming bloody murder as he tore open my back yet again, the makeshift bandages falling to the floor. Everything went black. I didn’t recall being returned

I threw my head back and barked out a laugh at the look of utter horror on their faces. Gabriel went to grab one of his shirts for me, undergarments, and a pair of my leggings. I put everything but my shirt on because I wanted to see what my back looked like. My skin was filled with hickeys and love bites from my mates. I loved the way that I looked with their marks all over me. Each one of them was another claim of theirs. I took a steadying breath and turned around so that I could look at my back. My teeth bit my lip to keep myself from crying. Unfortunately, the whip had contained pieces of silver, so these marks would always remain. They crisscrossed damn near my entire back.

He was too broken, I could tell. After taking the biggest breath he continued, “I didn’t have the time nor the mood for his childish tactics, I asked him to go away, I was angry, so I didn’t bother with more. I just said and turned to go back to my room.” “Wha- then What happened?” I asked, almost too scared to even know. I was having the biggest anxiety attack; my body was numb and I was heaving. Aaron nodded and told me the rest, “He stabbed me, in my back. The pain didn’t register though. Worry for you was eating my mind. I slowly turned and caught his throat in my grip. The thought of his hand on you was still fresh on my mind.”