Funny Threats To Say Novels & Stories

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.

"If you insist on firing me, then I promise you that you'll regret this! You will pay for this insult like you never imagined! That said, I've been happy working for you over the years, so I can afford you a night to think about it. If you change your mind tomorrow, just call me, and I'll pretend this never happened." Tanya simply laughed. "Oh, but you don't have to. Trust me, Kevin—of all the threats I've had to deal with, yours has been the least threatening. If you want to use the internet against me, bring it on. I'm not worried about that or what angle your buddies will use to attack me.

I warned her to keep her cool. “I know, I know,” she replied and backed off. “Was there anyone else with you?” I asked them. “You think I’ll tell you. Where are we, at a tea party?” “I see you like to crack jokes” I stepped forward, “My amusement comes in other ways and don’t worry I’ll be showing it to you quite soon enough,” “Your threats are nothing,” the other spoke, “You would have to be foolish to think we are scared of you, or that you in any fuckin way intimidate us,”

He's holding a plastic cup suspended over my face. "Listen up you bįtch, if you ever speak of this incident to anyone I will personally get my gangster friends to ruin your life." His tone was as indignantly malicious as his threat. "I will fūck your life up so bad, you won't wanna live anymore. So keep that ugly mouth shut."

The ice cold voice in place. “Fuck you and your stupid threats!” His Father yelled and for some reason I could imagine spit flying out from the different corners of his mouth. “I hate when people are not creative with their insults. How about you think of learning more creative insults after you solve this issue? Trust me this is the only time I would be calling regarding this. If this is not fixed before dawn tomorrow, I would leak everything I have on you and trust me, knowing how meticulous and calculative I can be, there would be no coming out from this.”

"What is so funny? Did you find this amusing?" "Yes, Richard, I find it amusing." "Well, I hate to break it to you, but there is nothing amusing here. It is a matter of life and death, and I can't afford to screw it up. If I do, I know you will never let me live it down." "Of course I won't let you live it down if you ruin my hair, so don't fuck it up." I threatened him, baring my canines. "Yes ma'am." He said this before reaching out to pinch a nipple.

is just a threat that can't be refused, but he nodded anyway. "First, I'd drive a car to where the guy is and just ram into him, pushing him once. After breaking some bones, once he regains consciousness, I'd visit him again. Then I'd start the conversation. Or I could simply shoot one of his knees first, that works too." "...Generally, saying you'll ram someone with a car or shoot their knee is considered a threat." "That's what girly guys do. Eugene, threatening means taking action first, then starting."

A few times later, I got a message, filled with threatening words. "If you don't come back, I'll stop giving you anymore money! Who would you be without me? Stop thinking so highly of yourself!" In response, I simply replied, "Go to hell!"

You could have more than one copy. What does this man want to say? "So, because I'm in a giving mood today, I'll make you a deal." He continues. I laugh. "A deal? What's the deal?" "Well, I saved your life, for one thing. That means you have to pay me now." When he says it, my eyes get big. "I have nothing to pay you!" I snap. "What do you mean you didn't kill me?" "I could have killed you right away, but I didn't. Unless you're really ready to die." He says mockingly.

“Ex-fucking-scuse me?” “Shredding people into pieces and subsequently ending their lives is outdated. Try something more frightening, or you can be specific with your threats. How about slicing my stomach open and emptying its contents to the floor? I’ll probably be terrified by such an image created in my head.” I muse, taking a few steps away from the spot I'm standing, when I spot a tiny snake crawling towards me.