Stabbed In The Back Quotes Novels & Stories

“That was a stupid move.” “You can’t tell them about me!” “Or what? You are going to stick a knife in my back? How about I beat you to it!” Something cold plunges into my back. It’s pulled down from near my heart to somewhere more central. The pain doesn't kick in right away. Not until I feel the warmth of my blood trickling down my skin and soaking the back of my shirt. It wasn’t him that stabbed me though. One hand was still on my wrist, the other on my hip. He had been working with someone.

One down, two more. As he falls, I proceed to pick up his whip when another pain slices through my back. Worse. It was much worse than before. I crouch slightly, turning to come face to face with the man who had the metal rings and spikes. Before I can react, his metal rings come in contact with my jaw. One, two, three times, simultaneously. Blood splutters from my mouth. Black spots blind my vision and I blink to clear it. Again. Another pain sears through my abdomen and I clutch it instinctively, groaning loudly, warm liquid seeping between my fingers and dripping onto the floor. I blink, looking down. They stabbed me. They fucking stabbed me.

I said and got ready to move to go where Jaro was. But when I turned my back to Adam, everything happened too quickly. Someone stabbed me from the back, but Adam is the only one here. "What is the meaning of this Adam?" I said as I turned to look at him, only to see his face with a smirk while holding a knife. "

"Stand up before I make you dammit!" This time I stand. She pushes me against the door and forces my hands above my head, forcing my face into the wood door painfully. She says nothing, though. For an entire minute she's so silent I can't even hear her breath. An agonizing pain suddenly spark it my upper back, then again and again. It feels like a bad itch at first, but not long after I've collapsed to the ground yelling, "Help me, please! Andrei!" four or five times over, I realized I've been stabbed.

Shattered their ankles, dislocated their head, skull nor neck o any part of their body because they are blocking. "Tuffin!" Shouted the voice of someone behind me, at the same time someone stabbing me with a sharp object in my back four times before I could grab him by the arm. Suddenly, Triple Seven disappeared from my sight after dislocating the this man's arm. "Bullsh*t! Because of you, I lost the desire to fight him." I said and grabbed the f*cking fork he was holding and used it to stab me, then I stabbed his neck hard.

he muttered under his breath as he resolved to do better and unlocked his car. When he got to it and attempted to get in, however, he noticed sharp movement behind him and before he could even turn around, he felt a sharp object, a blade, sinking into his upper back, and as he shrieked, he instinctively knew what had happened; he'd been stabbed.

Although, of course, the man himself had not a single clue. “Are you sure?” his voice was laced with concern. After taking a sip of his whiskey, he continued, “You tend to undermine your sickness. Your body isn’t as tough as you think it is, you know.” “I know! Don’t worry.” As soon as the words left my mouth, a sharp, almost excruciating pain formed in the small of my back, right where my tattoo and the vampire’s mark were. My vision spun, and the next thing I knew, I was on the ground with the pebbles scratching my left cheek. I wanted to scream, but my throat tightened and knocked the air right out of my lungs.

“I’m here. No one’s going to touch you. Breathe, baby… just breathe.” She clutched my shirt like it was a lifeline, her body shaking with silent sobs. I kept murmuring soothing words, rubbing her back gently, trying to calm the storm inside her. For a few moments, everything else disappeared — the fight, the broken glass, the danger. Only Lila mattered. Elena stood nearby, watching with worried eyes while Adrian checked the rest of the floor. I thought it was over. I was wrong. A sharp, blinding pain exploded across my back — right over the still-healing whip marks. Someone had stabbed or slashed me from behind. I staggered forward with a low grunt, pain shooting through my entire body like

I screamed out in pain. He took it out and stabbed me behind the right side of my chest. The pain was excruciating, and I groaned out, acknowledging the pain through my gritted teeth. I held his head from behind and snapped it. He dropped to the ground with a huge thud. Not wanting to take any chances, I zoomed out of the bar with the stake still at my back. •••

I needed to lure him in. Throwing down the ropes, I pull the knife that I had been sitting on, my movement makes my breast bounce and he giggles at it reaching forth to touch it when I stabbed him in the back. He crashes down on me, his head inbetween my thighs, I fasten them together to hold him in for the second strike, I can feel his struggle as he grabs my legs, before he could raise his head up, I stab him again in the back.