Threaten Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“I swear! Our hands are tied!” A-ha. Now, we’re on to something. I pull him in closer, eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. “Then who?” “I-I-I c-can’t, Pasha, I sw-swear?—” “Answer me. Who is behind this?” “B-Brennan isn’t the only one receiving threats?—” “Threats?” I look up at Brennan for confirmation. “Tell me. Now.” But whoever has O'Cronin spooked has been doing one hell of a job. He clams up, even in the face of my wrath. They all do.

"Fix this, Kai! Or I am going to kill you!" In fear, I shook like a jellyfish. Anyone could make threats. Some people made empty threats. But not Darren Greywolf.

"What are you doing here?" He didn't answer. He just walked in. The door closed behind him with a soft click. His smell invaded my senses — whiskey, leather, musk. The same smell from the night of the storm. The same smell that drove me crazy. "I need to tell you something," he said, his voice hoarse. "I received a threat today." I felt my heart race. My hands began to tremble. "What?" "Someone wants thirty percent of my shares in the company," he said, his voice rough and slurred. "The same person has photos of us. From almost every place we met. If I don't give in, they'll expose our secret."

“I think you’re naive.” “I think you’re wrong.” Silence. Heavy. Charged. And for the first time— I see something crack in that perfect control. Just a little. “Be careful,” he says quietly. Not louder. Not harsher. But somehow— More threatening. “Because if you don’t walk away from this—” He pauses. Just long enough for it to land. “It won’t end well for you.” My stomach drops. There it is. The threat. Not physical. Not obvious.

“I could think of the worst things any human can do, and I’m sure as hell that I’ll find you three have done it…and more.” “Mister Cross…” “And for proof? I will find proof. For your sake, don’t make me do it.” I have to say, I am quite intrigued. It’s been so long since anyone threatened me, threatened the life my brothers and I have built with sweat, tears, and blood—both ours and those of others. I heave a bored sigh and slowly stroke my chin as I study the look on his face. I haven’t taken his bait and it’s driving him crazy.

I will set your houses on fire, and I will take your name out of the history. I was leaning on the large oak table with a gradual smile on my face. He is out of control, slamming his fist on the table Elder Thorne said. "He just threatened the press. He threatened the Council! The gaff packs are already telling us about it, whether we are going into war with the North. "Don't you see, Father?" I mewed, and strolled to the screen. "Dante didn't just threaten us. He confessed." My father glared down at me. He did not admit anything, Vanessa. He mere participated like a violent savage of his pregnant mate.

“What’s going on?” Ashley hesitated, then glanced at Danae. “We need to talk.” That alone made his chest tighten, he had a bad instinct instantly. They stepped aside, away from the entrance. Danae clutched her phone like it was the only thing keeping her upright. “Just say it,” Dante said. “Whatever it is.” Danae’s voice trembled. “Someone is threatening me.” His jaw tightened. “About what?” She swallowed hard. “About my child.”

"And they're all about my inheritance?" "Yes." The first letter had said: "WE KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE." The second letter had said: "THE WHITMORE MONEY BELONGS TO THE RIGHT PEOPLE." The third letter had said: "BLOOD DOESN'T MAKE YOU FAMILY." The fourth letter had said: "DEAD PEOPLE CAN'T INHERIT ANYTHING." And now this one. "Veronica, I think someone is threatening to kill me." "I think so too." "Should I call the police?"

"Professional." "Professional?" "Someone who knows how to threaten without implicating themselves. The bird means silence. The flowers mean death. The photo means observation." He stood, wiped his hands though he hadn't touched anything. "This isn't about you. It's about me." "Your enemies?" "My competitors." He moved to her window, looked out at the street below. "I've been expanding. Shipping routes. Construction contracts. Someone is pushing back." "By threatening me?" "By identifying my vulnerability." He turned, and she saw it—the fear he tried to hide. "You need to move. Tonight. The penthouse has security, protocols—"

My teeth gritted from how hard I clenched my jaw at the amusement in his voice. “You think I'm playing games? Don't think for a second that my threats are empty, you son of a bitch. I'm not afraid of you. If I ever find out you're looking for them, calling them, or intimidating them, you're a dead man.” “Are you threatening me, friend? That’s a serious offense in my world.” “You can take it however you like, friend. Jacob Coleman doesn’t throw empty words.” And with that I ended the call, and thankful that Vivienne didn't have a password on her phone, I looked up her contact list and blocked his number before deleting it.