Funny Threats Novels & Stories

I just want to face him without having to think of anything or anyone, but just him on the ground, bleeding in the pool of his own blood. "You..." He was going to talk, but I threw a punch on his face, instantly seizing the words in his mouth. "I'll end your life right here and right now, and I will make sure you regret trespassing into my territory." I threatened. He laughed, rubbing his nose. "Is that supposed to make me scared, daddy?" He laughed in a mocking way. "You should know by now that your threats don't move me. Besides, you're just like the others, empty threats with boastful lips."

Kayden was on the phone with someone, shouting at them like they had just done something irrevocable. “How could you have been so stupid? Didn't you know they'd be there? I don't want to hear any of this. Get me my goods in the next two days or you're dead!” I froze when I heard him threatening someone. He saw I was awake and smiled down at me. “Being a CEO is not an easy feat at all. No one tells you all the threats you'll have to make. Why do you look so white? I didn't mean any of the things I said, okay.”

As if he realized that he was wearing his heart on his sleeves, Seven pulled a frown and widened his eyes menacingly. "What the fuck are you on? This is some obsessive bullshit! You are not me! And you'll never be. You are just a cheap knock-off from Moon Goddess knows where. I'll tear you to shreds!" My smile faded a little. A second later, I scoffed, "You are funny, Seven. Somehow, you seem to think your silly threats will work on me." "Ha-ha-ha!" I threw my head back and laughed. Seven took the opportunity to take a swipe at me. However, I caught his hand in the air. My fingers tightened around his wrist, squeezing every muscle.

I say, rolling my eyes. She laughs softly, walking towards the egg chair and sitting, her back straight. “Au contraire, mon ami. Scaring someone versus threatening someone are completely different things. Scaring someone is instilling fear, make them nervous, make them panic. Threatening them on the other hand, is more like a warning. Unlike with just scaring them, where you’re happy with just making them nervous, a threat is step one of a plan that has way more steps. A threat is a ‘Be careful, we’re coming.”

If it wasn't for my friendship with my father, the world would know about how wonderful I think she is. I came right after her, pulling out to spill my cum on her ass, the ass I look forward to fucking. We spent the rest of the day playing with each other's genitals, fucking like our lives depends on it and talking about everything and nothing until the very topic I didn't want to touch was brought up. “Do you think the same person that's been sending threats told them about us?” She asked, absently playing with my hair. “Do you think it was just a guess or just out of jealousy or something?”

“Val, that’s a big accusation. You can’t just throw that out there unless you have…” “I have proof,” I cut in before I could lose my nerve. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. I opened my gallery and showed them the screenshot. The text message glared back at us in black and white: I wouldn’t advise you to attend the event. It will be raining bullets. Then the laughing emoji. Then another text: Relax, it’s a joke. But was it? Brielle snatched the phone from me and stared at it like it was a ticking bomb. “Holy—Val, this isn’t a joke. This is a threat.”

He warns me as he stands up. “ To hell with your threats , are you going to get a knife and stab me to death.? I can save my time by offering you the knife. From today onwards, I will stand up for my self against evil humans like you. Now get out of my house." I say things which I equally not know where they came from but the truth is I ma so happy that I finally went to an extra mile that I have failed to go to for the last few years. Thanks for reading.

“Nothing much.., I would only make LA too hot for you to live in.” Something about that subtle comment of his made me shiver involuntarily. It was obviously a threat, a sugarcoated one. One that promised a whole lot of trouble to come; I gulped. “You must be crazy.”

He warned him as he directed the gun properly. Suddenly, my breath was coming into my grasp slowly. A sudden, unspeakable pain gripped me by my throat, and my body cried out. “Please, please, please. Free me,” I begged. The other guy played with the phone as he gave a sarcastic round of applause. “Wow! So this is it? You're scared, huh? You think I'm a coward. Your empty threats will never work on me!” He said confidently as he replied to the call that same minute.

he paused for a moment before continuing, "What if I told you I was taking you somewhere else where others can't find you, in other words, kidnapping you?" I pointed at the fuel metre saying, "You need some gas. Fill it up first." and continued looking outside and said, "And, before making any move, don't forget that I was an underling in the past. Apart from stealing, I am good at making people scream in pain too. So don't fuck with me, ok?" "Did you just threaten me?" I could see a smirk forming on his face as he replied. "If so then, yes. Yes I did. Is there a rule that you're the only one who can threaten others?"