Funny Threats To Say Novels & Stories

A text from an unknown number. I frowned, swiping it open. A single message waited on the screen. Watch your back. You won't see me coming. I scoffed. What was with these lame tricks? Threats over text messages? Please. If someone wanted to come for me, they could try. They'd find out very quickly what it meant to threaten me.

He seethed quietly in rage, glaring at me, and just as he opened his mouth to respond, I cut him right off. “And do you know I’ve dealt with much worse than these threats you speak about? Did you know someone tried to take me out? Huh?” “Of course you lot know,” I spat, shaking my head. “It was on the fucking news, wasn’t it? Now tell me, do you think I’ve been living in fucking paradise while some psycho dished you all stupid threats?” When they said nothing for a long time, I leaned back in my seat, scoffing sardonically. “Now that’s what I thought.”

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.

It's better for you to stop struggling. ‘‘That's right, surrender now. And we might kill you in one fell swoop so that you can die peacefully.’’ Just like that, those people who had just arrived immediately voiced out their threats. That could be effective if they threw that threat at any normal person. However, they just happened to throw all those threats at me, which was ineffective at all. I even found their words laughable. As such, I replied with a cold smile, ‘‘Stop wasting your saliva and hurry up and come at me together. I have a lot of things to do so let's finish this quickly.’’

he threatens, his tone filled with a dark resolve. "But if you wish to see me in prison again, then I might kill your filthy son-in-law. What do you say?" His words hang in the air, a menacing ultimatum that leaves a chilling silence in its wake. The specter of violence looms large, casting a shadow over the already tumultuous family dynamics and leaving us all reeling from the gravity of the threat.

I shot back “Interesting! It's funny how you speak to me in this way and still have your head sitting comfortably on your neck. You should Consider yourself lucky that I am not in the mood to kill today, but let me also warn you. My patience doesn't last long” He threatened. This son of a bitch was so full of himself. Who did he think he was

Theo stuttered, climbing up the stairs. “Really? That’s gay? Not me pounding a man’s ass, or you kissing me?” I asked on purpose trying to rile him and that seemed to have done the job. He turned towards me, slamming me back harsh against the wall, hands shooting out to my throat as his nostrils flared. “Don’t ever. Ever, make that joke again. It happened once, it was for—” he cut himself. “Don’t sprout shit like that next time or I’ll kill you myself. Understood?” he threatened, basically snarling, teeth out and all.

he threatens. So he wants to stay in the closet. I clear my throat. "or what?" "I'll ban you from the drama club and give your role to someone else." I snigger and sneer at him. "Listen, if there's anyone who should be threatening the other here, it's me." I pause. "just watch how you treat me..." "Is that a threat?" I've heard this line so many times in movies. And the reply is, "It's a promise," I whisper. ********

I mocked. “That’s such a shame. You will end up being killed by the chaos that you have decided to create,” I threatened him. He shook his hands out dramatically, “Oh, I’m so scared,” He let out another mocking laugh. “Keep your threats to yourself and start memorizing your last prayers. If you don’t do what I have asked of you in the next seven days, I will make sure you do not come out of all these alive,” He threatened, before finally turning to leave.

“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.”