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

“You went after what’s mine,the shipment, the property. My drugs.” He tried to laugh it off, sweat already forming along his temple. “You’ve got the wrong man.” I tightened my grip, twisting harder until his body tensed against the pain, his free hand clawing at the chair. My eyes bored into his. “Listen carefully,” I whispered, venom dripping from every syllable. “This—” I shoved his arm harder, making him groan, “—is a warning. The next time you try to touch anything that belongs to me, it won’t be your wrist. It’ll be your throat. And there won’t be a warning.”

"Or maybe not. I might just take what I want without apology." My pulse skitters. And damn, if his warning doesn't make me want to offer myself up to him on a silver platter. He straightens his jacket and walks toward the door. "So, I'm going to leave, amore. You do your thing here." He stops at the door and turns back to face me. "And you'd better think about what you want to tell me next time. Make up your mind. Yes or no. And I'll make up mine. But I'm warning you, bambi-you have even a little bit of yes mixed in with your no, I'm going to mow you down to the ground." He pointed a warning finger at me. "Believe it."

“Whаt am I gоіng tо dо wіth уоu, boy? Cоmіng іn hеrе аftеr my warning? Yоu hаvе thе nеrvе to come bасk here аnd accuse mе” Hе ѕhаkеѕ hіѕ hеаd almost unреrсерtіvеlу at thе іnѕtаntlу rеѕроnѕіvе ѕесurіtу guard who hаѕ hіѕ hand on mу thrоаt.

I don't want to know. "Really? You don't want to know?" He rereads my mind. "I'm sorry, I'm curious right now. What is it?" "Before I say it, I'll just give you a warning the more often you use it, the greater the risk that after your next life, you will not get reincarnated." "I understand," I answer with a nod.

Uneven. Broken. But deliberate. A signal. A message. “She was here,” I say quietly. And then— I notice something else. Under it. Faint. Almost invisible. Words. I lean closer. Focus. And then I see it. One word. Barely carved. Barely there. But enough. RUN. My jaw tightens. Hard. Because that’s not fear. That’s warning. “She’s not running from them,” I realize. “She’s running from what she might become.”

She visibly relaxed at those words. "One warning, Sienna," I said as I leaned forward. "The next time you pull this shit again, I'll make sure you pay for it.”

Something white…like a small card. My breath seized. I bent over and picked it off. My eyes darted towards the window, but I didn't see anyone. Nothing caught my side eye. I fumbled with the card, observing every angle. Judging from the crease, it looked like it had been there for days. Maybe since the day Katlyn died. I opened it. And I regretted it. ‘Consider this a warning, Amber. Do as you are told or you are next!’

I begged but he shouted at me. "Shut up! Shut up!" He shouted and I covered my ears to avoid his shouting. "Listen carefully young lady," he used the gun to scratch his head. "This is a warning from someone who has paid heavily for your death. If you refuse to go away, you will die!" He warned. I kneeled and beg him for my life. His warnings were like heavy threats. Someone wanted me dead and I don't know who could do something like that. "Please just let me go," I begged.

“You don’t even realize it, but you did.” Confusion twisted hard in my stomach. “Ruined what?” I demanded. “You’re not making any sense.” For a split second, she hesitated. Just enough to tell me I’d hit something real then her smile turned cruel. “Watch your back and stay away from him.” A chill slid down my spine. “Is that a threat?” “It’s a warning,” she said quietly. “You think you understand how this place works. You think you understand him. You don’t.”

“Please, don’t say that! Eliza, just give me time. I promise I’ll fix everything between us!” “William, don’t you get it? There’s nothing to fix—because there is no us! Wake the hell up. You already destroyed everything. There’s no fixing it!” Seeing the street empty, I opened the door and stepped out. Just being near William was suffocating. Before shutting the door, I threw my final warning over my shoulder: “Don’t ever come after me again. And if you dare show up at my house, I’ll beat you so bad you won’t be able to stand for a long time. Consider yourself warned.”