Stabbed In The Back Quotes Novels & Stories

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

My vision spun. From the stands, Nelson jumped down and rushed toward me. When he hoisted me up on his back, his expression was filled with utter disgust. He said, "I know you're faking it again. You think passing out is going to save you from the consequences of your actions? Every time you screw up, you pull this crap. Either you fake an injury or pretend you're sick. "I'll admit—you really sold the act this time. You even made your nose bleed. If you humiliate yourself like this again, I won't bother coming for you."

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. •••

Saint starts speaking again, his voice fading fast. "I think the gallery man — got me — through the —" "Lie him down." Saint topples sideways across the back seat. Dom catches his head before it hits the door panel. Tariq is in the back through the rear door before I have my own door open. Tariq has Saint's jacket open and is cutting the shirt off him with shears he’s magically produced from somewhere. The wound is high on the left side under the collarbone, in the soft seam where the plate ends, and it went right through. The exit wound is in the back. The blood is bright.

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.

“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.

“She used to sleep on this side when she got scared. So… yeah. That’s her spot.” Quincy’s thumb brushes the yellow center of the tattoo. Gentle. Too gentle. I don’t know how someone stabbed with a shiv thirteen times can touch someone like that. He’s silent for a while. Then he shifts, leans over me, squints down my torso. “What the hell is that?” he asks suddenly. Before I can respond, he’s reaching lower, and I swear my soul leaves my damn body. Not there, but close enough that I have to remind myself to breathe.