Funny Threats Novels & Stories

I will make sure you pay for what you’ve done. My jaw clenches and a lethal mix of anger and agitation starts to bubble in me. One thing I’m not going to take is anyone making threats, especially not someone as vile as this. If you try any funny business, I type back, an angry thumb flying across my keyboard, I’ll get you arrested wherever you are. Try me. I glare at the phone after hitting the send button, daring the person to reply. Watch your back is the response that soon drops.

“I will give you 5 seconds, you should not out of here by now I'm blowing your fucking brain!” “One…” “Are you seriously threatening your only brother? Like damn , I'm your flesh and blood you're supposed to protect me not get angry over some little fun…” “Two…” “Fine I'm leaving. Screw you psychopath!"

I asked. He growled. “I swear, if you spend even a dime of my money, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth. I will make you wish for death and it will not come fast.” He threatened. For some reason, I was unfazed. I tapped my finger on my lips. “Hmm, does that work on all the people you threaten? It's creative, I'll give you that.” Armani went silent for a moment. “Are you insane? Who exactly are you and how did you find my money?” He asked.

She's emitting some malicious intent. "You can perfectly crawl under my skin easily. It only makes me want to eliminate you even more." this is a bad threat. "Do you know, giving threats will make you go to prison?" Suddenly I said it because I remembered that it is one of the laws of the earth. Venna suddenly turned pale and looked around curiously and faced me again. "This is still not over." Say this and walk out as if you thought you were participating in the fastest walker competition. "Woooooohhhhhhhhh!"

he commented which made them all laugh at me. I cursed them all before their laughter died down. They are all shaking their heads on me. “Fuckers,” I muttered under my breath. I looked at Stan. “What’s up?” I asked. Stan sighed and brought out his phone. Unknown Number: You will all pay. We will be back for revenge. I narrowed my eyes at the message. I thought of the possible people who could send him that kind of threat and only group came to my mind. “Is that…” I didn’t finish because Stan already nodded.

I straightened, turned on my heel, and walked out of the room, still laughing. Because threats only work when you’re afraid. And I wasn’t afraid of her. Not even a little. And it was so funny that she was threatening me Me, CLARA

“No one is looking at your tits, fire crotch.” Yeah. That landed like a blade. Her expression went from amused to murderous in 0.6 seconds. Her fists clenched. Her eyes narrowed. “Call me that again and I’ll feed you your fucking balls, bro.” There it is. I laughed. I couldn’t help it. Loud and full throated. It echoed off the walls loudly. “You’re cute when you threaten dismemberment,” I said, stepping closer. “Now shut up and hold on.” “Wait, what the fu....”

Fucking stinks. If only I knew his threats were far from empty…

he threatened. “What?”

“Want to write about a mafia boss? Come meet me at the docks. If you survive, I’ll let you write the first chapter. If you survive tomorrow, that's two chapters you can write.” “You really want a killer’s secrets? I’ll show you—come closer.” I keep scrolling, hoping for even a single response that feels real, but it’s all the same. Mockery, threats, and people playing around like this is some sort of game. My chest tightens, and I realize just how dangerous this could get. There’s not one shred of sincerity in any of these posts. Just twisted humor and veiled threats that make my skin crawl. I swallow the lump in my throat, realizing that none of these people will take me seriously.