Quotes About Betrayal

Rhage cleared his throat. "My lord and ruler, Wrath, son of Wrath, blooded father of Wrath, I present you with Throe, Piece of Shit.

His slut of a cousin, his cocksucking, suit-wearing, Montblanc-up-theass cousin Saxton the Magnificent, was standing next to the queen, looking like a combination of Cary Grant and some model in a goddamn cologne ad. Not that Qhuinn was bitter. Because the guy was sharing Blay's bed. Nah. Nope. Not at all.

How ironic. Now that he wasn't with Blay, he was being faithful to the fucker.

He was having an illicit affair... with his own mate.

If you've bullshitted me, angel, I'm going to kill you." The other male rolled his eyes. "I'm already dead, idiot.

I'm still convinced you're doing my GTO, you bastard.

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vitals.

Not brother. And never again.

The fact that the guy who was arguably his best friend had to watch the whole thing was just part of the cluster-fuck carousel, an added ball crusher.

The Black Dagger Brotherhood were keeping him alive, so that they could kill him. Given the sum of Xcor's earthly pursuits, which had been at their best violent, and at their worst downright depraved, it seemed an apt end for him. -Xcor's thoughts

Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend.

Trust was the basis for love. Without it, you had nothing but an illusion- a pleasant illusion, it was true, an illusion that felt nice and steady. But when you thought that the lie was the real thing? Finding out the two-dimensional nature of your existence was shattering.

That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vittles.

hurt—ever. But especially not like that." God, he

I didn't want you, I've never wanted you—and don't get it twisted. I'm not jealous, I'm fucking disgusted. I'm in love with a male of worth and I had to be with you because I needed an incubator for my son and my daughter. That and the fact you threw yourself at me in your needing was the only reason I was ever with you." Layla

Lies that are fundamental hurt fundamentally.

The young male had been toyed with cruelly, his body a pincushion of shallow stabs. Going by the raw patches on his knees and the gravel in his palms, he'd tried to drag himself away a number of times.

God knew Qhuinn had fucked his best friend too many times. Or not, as the case was.

As Apex trained his gun on the male who had given him the best blow job of his life about twelve hours before, he really wanted to shot the wolven. He was praying —praying— that the motherfucker would do something stupid. Which was saying something for an atheist.

They had always been alike, in tune, of one mind. Tragedies, secrets, and lies, however, frayed even the closest of ties.

I gave him everything and it didn't work out. He didn't love me.

tyler said she was good, but she was having sex with him, so his vote didn't count

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.

But they need to worry and betray time with urgencies false and otherwise, purely anxious and whiny, their souls really won't be at peace unless they can latch to an established and proven worry and having once found it they assume facial expressions to fit and go with it, which is, you see, unhappiness, and all the time it all flies by them and they know it and that too worries them no end.