Funny Threats To Say Novels & Stories

He picked up his phone and began tapping the screen. “What is happening?” You know that crazed smile? That’s exactly what I was wearing. “I don’t know how to put it but—” “You’re a CEO and you don’t know how to put a note that was written on a napkin with lipstick?” “I’ve been receiving threats for a few days now and they get worse each day. This is the least threatening. I mean, it’s written with lipstick, you have nothing to worry about.” “Yeah? So why’s Butch walking towards us like he wants to shake the foundations of this place?”

I retorted, smirking at the woman's shocked expression. “And by the way you have a really nice boobs.” I complemented. The man stood up, his face turning red with anger. "You think you're so clever, huh? Just get the hell out of here before I make you regret ever stepping foot in this room," he threatened, his voice dripping with venom. I chuckled, standing up from my seat. "Trust me, buddy, I've had worse threats before breakfast. But I'll save you the trouble. I'm already leaving," I said, making my way towards the door.

Our faces were inches apart, our words so soft no one could hear them except us. Nevertheless, I lowered my head so I could whisper right in her ear. “If you step a foot outside this room in that outfit, I’ll not only delete every picture on this camera, but I will destroy your ‘friend’s’ career until he has to resort to advertising shitty five-dollar-an-hour headshots on Craigslist.” A wintry smile touched my lips. “You wouldn’t want that, would you?” There are two ways to threaten people: attack them directly, or attack those they care about. I wasn’t above doing either.

“What the fuck is going on?” “First of all, please accept my resignation. Now. As an ex – employee, I find your language…threatening.” I lower my tone. A tone that many men have heard just before meeting their end. “You really don’t want to threaten me.”

The bitch actually stands in her position with a smug smile. "I suggest you get your bony fucking ass out of my building and NEVER try contacting any of us again." My voice is low and menacing, "You know I make good on my threats, so heed this one...if you try contacting any of us or push these bogus lawsuits through, it will be the last thing you ever do in your short pathetic life."

I implored. "You ain't able to pay me Now, how will you do it in future, that too with doubling the interest, you know what, I'm not in for such excuses and feeble, if I don't get my money sooner, I'll be coming to over throne you." he said, making it sound more like a threat as I got infuriated. "Don't dare threaten me, I'll get you your fucking money, and don't even think you can do a damn thing, do you realize who you're threatening?." I flared.

Melody burst out laughing like a lunatic. "And you are 'fawking' ridiculous to think you can waltz in here, and threaten me with your toothless dogs on my on y land. Look around you grey hairs, this is America. And you don't fuckin' raise a gun on me on my territory." The Last sentence was said through clenched teeth. "I am going to kill you. "Valero threatened in a low rumble.

“I have been too busy with my affairs to send you photos that would frighten you.” “I never said they were frightening,” I muttered. “You are here so early on a workday. It’s easy to tell you were frightened by the photos. What were they about?” he asked slyly. “Something threatening? A knife, some red paint disguised as blood, a ‘I will kill you’ note. What exactly?” I crossed my arms, “You sound like you have plenty of experience on matters like that.” He scoffed, “I have been threatened multiple times. I have also threatened others a few times. Only a few, I promise.”

I have been there, plenty of time. "If you dare try something like that, Rachael, I'll make you pay. I'll make your life harder than you can ever imagine." She threatened. I towered above her and laughed hard in a sinister manner. Her threat was a very funny one to me as I was certain it was useless. "How hard can you make my life?" I mocked her.

He groans dramatically and I just watch him, fuming. “You’re lucky that I have other things planned for you, Vaughn. Or I would have tied you up and gotten five men to cum on your face just to make you pay for doing this shit. And maybe I can be generous enough and ask them to fuck you.” He scoffs, his threat sending chills down my spine. Why does it sound like he will really carry out his threat?