Quotes About Betrayal

And now she spurned me, mocked me, accused me of sophistry. So

Would she really abandon me, her own dear brother? Leave me to a fate worse than death, although certainly including it? I didn't think she would, not willingly. I took a sip of water and tried to think it through. She

He didn't even try. He just stared at me for another long moment. There was nothing to hide under, so I just looked back, and finally he turned back to Deborah. "I won't rat out my own son, Sergeant," he said, in a voice that was almost a hiss. "No matter what you think he's done.

You're used to expecting some North Korean or some Iranian in a MiG to drop out of the sun and lock on. But when the people supposed to be on your side do it, well, it really throws you. Makes you feel dirty, betrayed.

Edgar Hoover? I'd rather have him inside the tent pissing out than outside pissing in.

Jeffrey Archer

Jeffrey Archer

Divorce never. Murder several times.

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Jeffrey Archer

Right away I started to panic, and I was running around looking for him. When I found him, he was standing behind a column, laughing at me. He was watching me the whole time and laughing. He thought it was funny, just a joke. I could have killed him.

Nadine's photo had been on the national news and in all the newspapers. She was the famous daughter of the infamous killer. The girl who had turned her own mother in to the police.

Was he thinking serial killer? She was but did not want to voice that opinion yet. This was different and the same. Very much the same as Gail and Charlie, her mother's superiors, made inferior by Arleen's knife. Her mom's killing streak ran for twelve years, and would have continued indefinitely, if she had not taken Nadine's classmate. Right after Nadine had told her mom that Sandra was terrorizing her, the high school senior went missing.

Mary had disrupted nearly every relationship in her life. Would she now come between her sisters, setting one against another, their long time amity forgotten?

Hell, your kid is fucking my wife, and your wife is fucking me. [...] Not that she's any good, Zane said, looking at Georgia, and when she made a little cry of protest, he added, Hell Georgia, even Jell-O moves when you eat it.

I had you pictured dead in a pool of blood in front of the fireplace. And now you show up alive, and I want to kill you myself. (Zack)

Mason was leaving her for a fifty-four-year-old woman who didn't moisturize

Right this way, Emilio said, wincing. He showed them to the best table by the window, slid Min into a bentwood chair, and then stopped by Cal long enough to say under his breath, I sent the servers home half an hour ago, you bastard. You're welcome, Cal said loudly, nodding to him.

Okay, why did we have to leave?" Bonnie said when they were in Liza's convertible and Min was banished to the backseat. "Because Min was swapping tongues with a doughnut pusher." Liza looked back over the seat at Min the sinner and shook her head.

Jennifer Crusie

I've got you, Agnes, Taylor said, not fazed in the slightest. You had me, Taylor, Agnes said. Now you've got Brenda, you poor, doomed sap. And Joey 'The Gent' and Shane after your ass. You better go now. Your flunky is out in his van, and his feet are turning to ice while you wait. At any minute now, he's going to tear up that report and go somewhere far away until the wedding is over. Nah, he- And Shane's coming home any minute. Taylor looked over his shoulder.

You are neglecting a wounded woman , Brenda shrieked from her car, practically strangling herself on her seat belt. God knows, there's not one gentleman among you! Call on the devil to save you, you limb of Satan , Doyle yelled down. God couldn't see you if He tried, you black-hearted whore.

One hot August Thursday afternoon, Maddie Farady reached under the front seat of her husband's Cadillac and pulled out a pair of black lace underpants. They weren't hers.

She'd never dreamed—make that nightmared—that Dr. Cinatas was a murderer.