Quotes About Betrayal

Sweet it was in one sense, honey-sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.

They were made by Miss Lucy!

And then as we looked the white figure moved forwards again. It was now near enough for us to see clearly, and the moonlight still held. My own heart grew cold as ice, and I could hear the gasp of Arthur, as we recognized the features of Lucy Westenra. Lucy Westenra, but yet how changed. The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty, and the purity to voluptuous wantonness.

I told him exactly what had happened and he listened with seeming impassiveness, but his nostrils twitched and his eyes blazed as I told how the ruthless hands of the Count had held his wife in that terrible and horrid position, with her mouth to the open wound in his breast. It interested me, even at that moment, to see that whilst the face of white set passion worked convulsively over the bowed head, the hands tenderly and lovingly stroked the ruffled hair.

At that moment the remnant of my love passed into hate and loathing; had she then to be killed, I could have done it with savage delight.

The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me; with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.

Sözcükler, tek baÅŸlar?na insan? k?rmaz oysa. Yaralayan bunun arkas?na saklanan ikiyüzlülüktür.

Obsidian eyes met hers, unreadable and assessing. Men didn't generally pay her much attention except to make an even number in a dance. And now she had a secret nearly-betrothed and a supposed teacher, one who looked like an angel and one a devil, and both with awful reputations. Best to remember that neither of them likely had anything good in mind for her.

besides, everyone knows you hate Lord Dare." And everyone thought it was merely because he had kissed her and then she'd found out that he'd done it to try to win a wager. No one knew differently: not her aunt, not her friends, not the noblemen of the haut ton—no one but Tristan Carroway. And she intended to keep it that way.

Someone who loved you would understand." Stopping, her cheeks paling alarmingly, Georgiana snatched her hand from his grip. "I would never trust anyone who said he cared for me. I've heard it before." With that, she rejoined his aunts, leaving him standing alone by the refreshment table. Apparently he'd destroyed much more than her maidenhead. He'd destroyed her ability to trust her heart—or anyone else's.

Would it make any difference," he said quietly from behind her, "if I apologized again?" Georgiana faced him. "Apologized for what? For making me think you cared for me, or for getting caught at lying?

This all felt important and significant, but Aden had put more than simple—relatively simple—affection into play. The captain had set up a very complicated game of chess and had moved all the pieces precisely where he wanted them, and Aden had just sat down opposite Vale and dumped over the table.

Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence.

I WAS seriously hurt because of you. Seeing you in another guy's arms, kissing him... It shredded me, Eva. Cut me open and left me bleeding. I kicked he ass in self-defense.

I was seriously hurt because of you. Seeing you in another guy's arms, kissing him.... His eyes grew hot and dark. It shredded me, Eva. Cut me open and left me bleeding. I kicked his ass in self defense.

There was always something hidden. Lying in wait to spring up and ruin everything.

But I want you to know that even though the way you've handled this is fucking wrong and you've broken my heart into millions of tiny pieces and I've lost all respect for you, I don't blame you for how you feel after seeing those pictures of me. I get it.

You're toying with one of my people," she said coldly, watching impassively as he lifted her hand to his mouth. "You never used to be cruel" "I used to have a heart, he drawled and then someone broke it.

She was playing it like we had an affinity because we'd both been thrown over by you. The 'Dumped by Gideon Sisterhood.' He glanced at me with cold eyes. Don't be catty. It doesn't suit you.

He answered the phone, she hissed, before he was done. He answered the fucking phone and started talking about an inspection at one of his properties. Midconversation he looked at me lying there waiting for him and he said, 'You can go.' Just like that. He treated me like a whore, only I didn't get paid. He didn't even offered me a drink. I closed my eyes. Jesus.

Must've been some lay for her to be so bent out of shape over it. I couldn't say, he muttered. I don't remember. Were you drunk? No. Jesus. He scrubbed at his face. What the hell did she tell you?

Y hace tiempo que aprendí que un hombre que provoca celos a su esposa no vale la pena.

Ya lo has hecho. —Le agarré la mano—. Me has dado todo lo que ella me quitó. No permitas que vuelva a quitármelo.

abs clenching, his biceps hardening. "I don't give a shit what she's up to. You know the truth, and you're