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

“I don’t care whatever your reason is, I will just give you a warning,” “Stay far away from the entire matters. It’s none of your business. Mind your business.” She warned. “And if I don’t heed to your warning, what will happen?” He challenged. “You will get yourself hurt. You will wound yourself and regret it so much. Even maybe for the rest of your life,” she threatened. “Victor, for the sake of the old relationship between us, I will repeat myself so, you should listen to me. Don’t just watch me talk, let it sink into your brain and it will be better if you follow it,”

“You made it personal the moment you targeted her.” For a moment, the only sound was his labored breathing. “I’ll disappear,” he stammered. “You’ll never see me again.” I straightened, considering his words. Then I pulled out my gun and pressed it to his temple. “Good,” I said. “Because if I do, I won’t miss next time.” I pulled the trigger—not to kill, but to send a warning shot that grazed his ear. He screamed, the sound echoing through the empty warehouse.

She moved closer to me. "Long enough to understand that your little secret can get very troublesome for me." "You should watch yourself, Elaris," she said, moving closer to me in an aggressive manner. "A fragile, homeless wolf like you can get very ill very quickly." I could feel the chill down my spine. "You're threatening me." "No." She smiled. "I'm only warning you." "There's any difference?" "Warning means giving the person a chance to correct themselves." She moved around the table. "A threat always comes after they refuse."

My mate warning rings in my ear as I remember her warning tone. “𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕! 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔.” Is this what she meant by her threat!

It sounds like a warning, then like a promise and lastly, like a threat. " My wife is alighting from the car any seconds from now. Try to bump into her or scream around her and I will sue each and every one of you "

I'm not one though, but this she-monkey here is driving me nuts! "You don't have to worry. Aaah, no, actually, you need to. Pray ceasingly to the goods that hell doesn't come crumbling down on you in spades of fire, Ella! Because when the blazes of this fire you are playing with start burning you, not even your ashes will be traced. Don't say I didn't warn you." Warning! Warning! Warning! Everyone is giving me the same exact warning. Should I be terrified? I know I should, but what good will that do to the situation?

The look in her eyes has gone softer as she chuckles lightly. “Of course.” Her shoulders rise and fall. Her arms fall by her side. “ Alpha Reagan would never have a low life like you spend the night with him. He’s only probably thinking of ways to punish you for what you did the other day.” Horror crawls up my throat into my mouth, but I say nothing. “This is a warning I'm only going to issue once.” Two steps closer to me. I can feel her breath fanning my face. I cringe with disgust. “Stay. Away. From. Alpha. Reagan.” She enunciates every word. My breath itches at the deadly warning. “Understood.” My voice is lower than a whisper.

"If I threatened you, you would understand it well." "Telling a person over and over again how much their life could be in danger at any given time doesn't seem like a very happy wish," Doreon said sarcastically. The girl laughed. "It's just a warning." They turned after a hut and entered what was the main street. "To be careful not to trip and accidentally fall on one of my blades."

Enough to make him sound farther away than he is. Under it: IF YOU WON'T USE THE FIRE, COME SEE WHAT YOU'RE SAVING.

I turned slightly toward Lucien. “You should really consider installing a warning sign on your door,” I said casually. He raised a brow slightly. “Something like?” he asked. I looked back at Taylor. And smiled faintly. “Danger: delusion in progress.” Silence. Taylor’s face twisted. “You think you’re funny?” she asked sharply. I tilted my head slightly. “No,” I replied. “I think I’m accurate.” Her anger rose immediately. “You’re not even supposed to be here,” she snapped.