Words Made From Traitor Novels & Stories

It was a name that embodied unwavering devotion to Don Romano and was therefore synonymous with loyalty. The traitor’s identity, revealed in a fleeting whisper, was someone incredibly close to Don Romano, a betrayal so profound it threatened to shatter the very foundations of his empire

He pointed out, and my shoulders slumped drastically. “Nobody is going to listen to me, right?” I knew that no one was ever going to try to hear me. To them, I was a traitor. All the years I have served under their feet, doing everything for them, for Xander, that was all going to mean nothing. Because I was a traitor. And there was ever only one fate for traitors. Burning at a stake! “Listen to what, Ava?”

He tried to reason, but I was buying none of it. I shook my head, my teeth biting down on my lower lip. “You know what is a lot to handle?” I turned my head to look at him, my brows knitted together. “That they were labelled traitors.” The word itself left a bitter taste in my mouth, for I’m unable to digest it for its utter bullshit. Traitors? Really? “It’s suspicious indeed.” Caleb pointed out, his own lips slanted into a deep frown. “It’s way too much of a coincidence that the evidence of them plotting treason showed up just in time the massacre was reported.”

Gross! “With all due respect…Alpha Erzelus…” Kandreah said with an emphasis on my title. “…can you jog my memory again: why are we in cahoots with Wengarthrian traitors? They are even lower lives than Wengarthrians themselves; once a traitor, always a traitor. Don’t tell me that you think we need Wengarthrian turncoats to defeat Wengarthrians. They wouldn’t turn their backs to their own kind if they were up for any good.”

I said as I was about to walk past him when he said. “I respect you but I don’t respect betrayal. You should only focus on for what you are actually here.” He said in his deep masculine voice and glanced at the diary which I had in my hands. He didn’t wait for another second and just walked away. Isn’t he his friend? He also wants him to get ruined. I didn’t know what it was but I didn’t like he had a friend he shouldn’t be trusting. He should have people he can trust. Like you?

Traitor. Alicia forced a bitter taste in her mouth. Only moments ago, Damian had called her Darling, and now he spat the word "traitor" at her. Alicia struggled to define the overwhelming emotions swirling within her—loss, sadness, anger, all tangled together. But now, with Damian's disbelief to her, he erected a consciousness barrier, she needed to act strategically to uncover what had happened to Alpha Martin and if Damian had done something to the Golden Moon Pack.

"But little did you know, I've been one step ahead this entire time." Fear and betrayal mingled within us, a bitter concoction that threatened to consume our resolve. The walls of trust we had carefully built came crashing down, leaving us vulnerable and exposed. With a wave of their hand, the traitor summoned a horde of formidable adversaries, filling the room with a menacing presence. Our backs pressed against the cold stone walls, we realized that our fight had just become infinitely more treacherous. "Weak fools," the traitor spat, their voice dripping with contempt. "You thought you could defy destiny, but now you shall face the consequences."

How funny would it be if I had one. That weakness would also have to suffer a lot because almost no one in the mafia world likes me because I never chose sides and stayed neutral. They detest me for it, but I'm not there to make unnecessary friendships. “This couldn't possibly be about a certain little traitor, could it?” He asks, doing an air quote with the little traitor and squints his eyes looking at me suspiciously. The thought that he even got me just meant that I had been slacking and showing emotions.

She knew exactly well who he was referring to as the traitor. . . Isaac. "The most loyal man does not become a traitor out of nowhere, always the boss makes them one." She said it in a deadly cold voice, took the papers, and left. Adrian too snatched the paper from the desk and left angrily. While the professor just stood there dumbfounded. What just happened?

I saw a word boldly written on the mirror in fat serial letters TRAITOR Traitor? Who the hell is a traitor? I tried to wipe it off but it refused to clean off. Then it happen, an unexpected force threw me to the mirror and I smashed my head on it, my blood staining the word on the mirror. I saw someone wearing a black cloak by the door before everything went black.