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

If I cried now, everything would come crashing down on me. “Don’t you even dare to say that to me!” He yelled, his eyes narrowed at me. “Say what? Isn't it true?” I taunted on purpose. “Tessa” his voice was very low. “I am warning you” somehow the way he said it turned me on so badly that I imagined him fucking me with such anger. “If you say things like that to me ever again, you will regret it”

I have reclaimed my power, found my strength, and I am here for justice. Leaning in closer, my eyes locked onto him with unwavering intensity, I issue a warning that reverberates through the living room. "You will stop this madness, William," I declare, my finger resting firmly on the trigger. "Or I promise you, the consequences will be dire." With that, I stepped back, the pistol still aimed at him. The room remains silent, the message clear—this is a confrontation he cannot escape, a reckoning he can no longer evade.

sadly I did not remember that before I made my plan I moved closer to him, he raised an eyebrow to look at me, clearly expecting an apology Pointing my finger at him, I warned “Let that be the last time you touch me with so much liberty again, I am not some sort of ornament or map that you should trace, do you hear me? This is just a warning. Don’t try it again next time. And I believe we would be fine” I said peeking into his eyes, that were staring down at me in some strange sort of way, I shifted my gaze.

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“Don’t think I forgot about that stunt you pulled. I'm still going through the things I’d do to you.” His words held a warning that sent chills down my spine, and I knew better than anyone that when Adonis gives a warning, you heed.

Sleep came unevenly. Sometime before dawn, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. You should be careful who you trust. No threat. No signature. Just a reminder. I stared at the message for a long moment, then showed it to him. He read it, jaw tightening. “They’re testing you.” “Or warning me,” I said. “Same thing,” he replied. I deleted the message. “They’re late.” He arched a brow. “I already learned the cost of blind trust,” I said. “I don’t need reminders.”

So I put the microphone to my lips and started to sing. Darling, I am poisonous It’s not my attitude I’m talking about My very touch is poisonous Even just a bush of my skin Can have you dropping dead at my feet Oh darling, I’m warning you, warning you Though if you don’t heed it I will not mourn you Cuz I warned you, didn’t I So come up to me Come up if you dare Grab my hand and give it a shake If you don’t want to heed my warning I will not mourn you, darling

So I straightened my shoulders, plastered on a smile that felt tighter than glass, and walked away before she could see just how much she’d gotten under my skin. But even as I left, her warning echoed in the back of my mind, louder than the roar of the arena itself: Be careful… or you’ll get burned.

Blood dripped down her arm, hot and sticky, but she ignored it—a minor wound compared to the cost of failure. Her phone buzzed, the sound oddly mundane in the aftermath. She checked the screen. One message, simple and chilling: You were warned. She stared at the words, a slow, dangerous smile curling her lips. They thought threats would work? They thought she was frightened by shadows? They had no idea what they’d unleashed. “Oh,” she whispered, voice rough with promise. “You’re going to regret that.”

"What? You'll see my end. I don't give a damn, ok. Next time think before speaking because if not, then I'll pull your tongue out of your mouth. You won't be able to speak. It's the last time I'm warning you." I went from there and then someone dragged me..............