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

- - the one I borrowed from you or the one you gave me freely No make me vex pass as I deyoo I dey warn you, - - - don’t get me angry than I already am, i carry you bad belle face your family warn you. take your bad luck to your Family If you know watin good for you, no find me at all- - - if you know what is good for you, don’t look for me. Heaven bear me witness

“I want you to believe me.” “That’s not the same thing.” “I know.” He turns his attention back to the chain, finally lifting it from the box. The metal clinks softly, an innocuous sound for something that’s already done so much damage. “This isn’t just a message,” he says. “It’s a warning.” “I know.” “She wants you afraid.” “She wants my attention,” I correct. He looks up sharply. “That’s worse.” I swallow. “I didn’t bring this to you to downplay it.”

“You’re next on my list. I don’t care what beef you had with my family in the past. I don’t care what ancient revenge story you’ve been feeding yourself. Just know..it ends. Now.” “What… what do you mean?” she snapped, trying to sound powerful, but I could hear the crack behind her words. “ The guts you have to threaten me..” I raised my hand and pointed directly at myself. “Me? I’m not threatening you.” I tilted my head slightly, giving her a look that made her flinch. “I’m warning you.” Her nostrils flared. “How dare you, huh?! I should be the one issuing warnings…after what your family did to mine!”

“Someone left a warning in his room. Someone powerful. Someone who knows what’s happening inside you.” The room felt suddenly smaller, air turning heavier. “A warning?” I whispered. “About me?” Grayson nodded. “Yes. The message said you must be killed before ‘the shadow’ chooses you.” I froze. My breath caught in my chest, and everything inside me twisted painfully. “Killed,” I repeated softly. “They want me dead.” Grayson stepped closer instantly, his hand gripping my chin and forcing me to look up at him. His eyes were burning—dangerous, furious, alive.

Carlos growled. “I know you’re not joking,” William said, exhaling slowly. “But do you remember who you’re giving this warning to?” He paused, his tone turning deadly. “Have you forgotten that I don’t fear threats? I am the warning. I am the threat.” Carlos’s palms began to sweat. “You think I’ll be scared because of your empty words?” Carlos shot back, trying to keep composure. “You know I don’t make empty threats,” William said darkly. “My threats come with fire—and they burn everything to ash.”

"What do you want? Money? I’ll give you money. Just name it. Name it. I’ll pay. Just tell me." Silence. Then, calmly, like a whisper: "When I’m ready to tell you what I want... you’ll know." Click. Dead line. I stand there for a full minute. Still gripping the table. Still hearing my own shallow breathing. My legs shake. My knees buckle. I sit on the floor. The laptop's still open. Still watching me like it knows what I am. This wasn’t a threat. It was a warning. And someone out there is watching me unravel.

I stood up, hitting my fist on the table to stop them, it was louder this time. “This is a warning, you know what the crystal moon does?!! It searches the soul!” They froze and I smiled. I ended the meeting that instant and walked away, their murmurs growing behind me. This was just a warning, next time, it'll be brutal.

“No. It was—blurred. I couldn’t see it.” “Good.” The word landed strangely. I frowned. “Good?” His gaze met mine, steady and intent. “It means you weren’t remembering. You were being shown something that hasn’t happened yet.” The room went very still. “A warning,” I said. “Yes.” “Warnings can be wrong.” “They can,” Lucian agreed. “They can also be altered.” Blaze leaned forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees. “Or stopped.” Raven didn’t say anything.

He’s wounded, the family is in crisis, and he thinks I’m going to bail on him. I thought about the future my son warned me about. I’d be at the bottom of Lake Michigan, and Oriana would be the new Mrs. Marino, enjoying everything that should have been mine. Like hell. I gritted my teeth. That bitch Oriana Gallo wants my place? She can dream on. I tossed and turned until two in the morning. I couldn’t sleep, so I just scrolled through social media on my phone. Suddenly, a message from an encrypted number popped up.

"A month later, Daddy hands you a stack of papers. You ask him what they are. He says, 'Just sign them.' That lady sits beside him, peeling an apple. She smiles and tells you, 'Just sign it, Marilyn. Christian would never hurt you, would he?' "You take the apple from her, bite into it, and sign your name. A year later, the court hands down its judgment. The apartment and car go to him. Outside the courthouse, they make a phone call. "He laughs and says, 'It's done.' She laughs, too, and says. 'I told you she'd be easy to fool.' After that, he keeps sending you to ask Grandpa for money time after time. Every time, he uses the same excuse.