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

“Who has to know?” I shook my head in disapproval, taking a page out of Sawyer’s book and chugging wine straight from it’s vessel. “Warning! Turn back now, danger ahead.” My truthful bantering made Soy’s astonished baby blue eyes roll backwards, as they often did when I didn’t agree with her destructive lifestyle. “I won’t have any part of this!” I warned, shaking the wine at her a little with a cocked brow. “So don’t ask me to cover for your ass if shit goes South.”

It was a warning that read " She is coming. " Every inch of my skin tingled as if I were being watched somehow, and the feeling was strong enough to wake me out of my sleep, just to see the door close, as if someone had just walked out. All over the wall was written "she is coming, she is coming", in black marker. My hands were also covered in black ink. Did I do that? I was being warned by someone of danger, but who was sending me this message, and what did my mother and that silver-eyed woman have to do with it? As if someone was listening, a portal opened right in front of my bed to that same land I saw. I remembered dad's warning about leaving the castle grounds, but everything in my gut

The text stared back at me like a venomous snake ready to strike. My chest tightened as the weight of the threat sank in. Thiago leaned over my shoulder, reading the message. His jaw clenched, and I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. “They’re taunting us,” Thiago muttered. I swallowed hard, my mind racing. “What does it even mean? Running out of time for what?” Marcus, still standing by the door, cleared his throat. “It’s a warning. They want to keep you on edge, make you panic. And if they have Marlene, they might use her as leverage.”

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

I am being served a warning this early morning? This little rat came to warn me. About what exactly? Is there another catastrophe that is approaching other than the one they are inviting, which, by the way, will not affect me? That deal will not push through as long as I am breathing, and the consequences will be more severe on their part than mine! If they don’t rethink and cancel that absurd deal while they still have time to back out, then woe unto them, because they will have the shame and embarrassment of their lives. Even me getting pregnant would never have driven them to the extreme measures that this will.

What is this situation I've gotten myself into? "You're not giving me an answer, which means you are definitely thinking of other men. I'm warning you right now, if you do not put those thoughts away, I'm going to kill everyone that comes close to you, including the people you care about. Don't test my patience." He warned me, seeing how I was silent.

“I guess you'll have to find out why I won't pay heed to your weak warnings. Saying you're crazy by the way, instead of showing it, means you're not the threat here or the threat you think you are.” “We'll see about that.”

"Can't I go to my car in peace?" I clenched my jaw. "I have a warning for you." I slammed the door shut. "If you fail to do your end of the work, you will be left behind because I don't fucking care about anything other than my territory." I set out a warning. Mason rolled his eyes. "Likewise. You mess up—don't come crying for my help."

"Why should I do that?" "If you have some shy left in your body right now, you should leave. This isn't your mother fucking house for you to stay here like you're the owner and act like you own place when in fact in the first place you're not. She don't like almighty and leave this f****** house this instant before i'll drag you. This is my only and last warning."

My mother always said the same thing when her high faded and clarity hit her too hard: “He never forgives and forgets, baby. Never.” He can never forgive what my mother had done. Whatever it was, I was the collateral. And Tristan. And Alex. And Marilyn. I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t want them touched. I didn’t want them threatened. I didn’t want them dragged into something they didn’t even know existed. But Wakeem’s messages were never just for the person he sent them to. They were warnings — the kind that said, “I see you. I see them. Choose quickly.” I opened my eyes and forced myself to move.