I'll Use You As A Warning Sign Novels & Stories

"Not this second. But once I’ve recovered my strength, I’m coming for you. Consider this your final warning." "Right. Of course."

“You are not as safe as you think you are.” “Then go ahead and tell me—what did you see? What did you notice in him that made you issue this warning?” She asked. I expected the question too. I would actually be surprised if she didn't ask me that. “Nothing actually.” I said, forcing a smile to my chin. “Just instincts. Don't forget to be on the alert, okay?” “Sure, but why aren't you telling me more?” “Because I don't know more.” I said, shrugging an arm. “When I know more, I know where to find you. I'll see you tomorrow morning, or anytime we need to see. Take proper care of yourself.”

My breath stills. No. Not just a mark. A symbol. Old. Older than anything humans ever created. Something I was taught— Something I was warned about. Fragments rise slowly. Broken pieces of lessons spoken long before the world collapsed. If you ever see it— My jaw tightens. Do not hesitate. Do not question. You end it. My hands curl into fists. “No.” That’s not right. That’s not enough. There was more. More to it. More context. More warning.

"The next time you try it, You won't forget the consequences..." "Standing before you is Me, Almyra and in an event like this you wouldn't want to mess up with me," A confident smirk appeared on my face. "What..." "Trust me, before the end of tonight, you would learn that you wouldn't want to upset me, at least for your family's company's sake. A nice warning from me to you.. back off from me and any intention to annoy me in anyway, if you know what's best for you. " With my final warning, I blew my nose on the tissue, then reached for her hand, pulling them in front of both of us as I placed it in her palm before closing it with her fingers firmly.

Trigger Warnings: Abuse of power, law enforcement fetishism, rough sexual play, choking, spanking, and explicit language. The red and blue lights flashing in my rearview mirror felt like a strobe light on my own funeral. I pulled over to the shoulder of the empty interstate, the gravel crunching under my tires like bone. My heart was a frantic hammer in my chest. I knew what was in the trunk-two kilos of uncut product and a brick of cash that wasn't mine. I was dead. Or worse, I was going to spend the rest of my life in a cage.

20- 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦 21- 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘕𝘰 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘯𝘰 "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥" 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. Defaulting in any of these rules breed punishment.

Micheal's annoying voice demanded. “Oh, don’t know if you’ve heard anything about the infamous Flammable Ferris wheel drive. They are on their way to you right now and I trust they will deliver the message according to how they are supposed to for you. Lastly, let me warn you, Micheal Harris, do not provoke me, I will ruin everything you’ve owned in just one day if you try me. Ask your boys what I’m capable of doing, I’m not a spitfire you should be attracted to, I’m a danger you should run from.” She warned and hung up the call.

I want nothing more than to know what it feels like to be in his mouth and feel that tongue that makes every word feel like the best music I have ever heard. Oh Camille, don't you realize you are treading on fire? Don't you know what happens to people who ignore warning signals? They burn!

It’s more than vandalism; it’s a message, a promise. Paige wraps her arms around herself. “Why would they do that?” she whispers. “Because they want us to know they’re watching,” I say. My voice sounds rough, even to my own ears. “They could have easily shot me last night, but they didn’t. They wanted to rattle us first.” Her wide eyes flick to mine. “You think it’s a warning?” I shake my head. “No. Warnings are meant to keep you away. This is bait.”

Foolish girl. “I warned you. Told you to stay away from him. He’ll only use you, toss you away after he’s done with you,” Red scowled. I felt the anger, the warning in her tone. I buried my head in my pillow as I sniffled, wiping away the wet trails that tainted my cheek. Anyone but him, she had whispered. “It won’t happen again,” I said aloud into the night air. Maybe to Red. Maybe to myself.