Threaten Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

he says, lifting his hand up in surrender. “You threatened my mate,” I snarl, swiping my claws and removing all four of his fingers at once. “Please,” Christer says, pressing his bloody hand against his chest as he looks past me. “You threatened my twin sister,” I hear Conner say, his voice nearly as deadly as mine. Christer’s eyes move to someone else. “You threatened my daughter,” Warren snarls. Christer’s eyes move again. “You threatened my brother’s mate,” Henry growls.

he rasped, voice hoarse, trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance. The shadowed figure’s words echoed in his mind: “This is a will.” A simple phrase with deadly weight. Thomas’s stomach clenched at the realization—someone was threatening him with his own death, sealing his fate with a cryptic message. His eyes flicked to the crumpled photograph the figure had shown him—an image of himself, stalked, watched, vulnerable.

Curiosity is a dangerous thing. "Claire," Alexander warned. "Just one peek," I said, grinning. The text flashed across the screen: 'I've got something you want. Don't forget what happens next.' My stomach dropped. The humor drained out of me instantly. Alexander noticed. "What's wrong?" I turned the phone toward him, voice steady but tight. "He's threatening me now." He swore under his breath, pushing off the desk. "That's it. I'm calling my guy....."

I threatened, meaning every word. Snagging the tray, she laughed manically, her footsteps inching closer. “Then, get ready to be destroyed,” her voice was ash. I squeezed the tray, the darkness blinding my vision. “Are you threatening me?” “Oh, I’m not,” she crossed her arms. “I believe in mutualism, Kaida. I watch your nudes, and I keep my mouth shut, else—” “Else what?” I dropped the tray, prancing toward her. “You’d tell everyone about my secret? Oh, I dare you.”

⸻ Not personally. Objectively. ⸻ “Define… threat.” ⸻ The voice wasn’t sound. ⸻ But everyone heard it. ⸻ Felt it. ⸻ Understood it. ⸻ Kade froze. ⸻ For a second— ⸻ just a second— ⸻ he didn’t have an answer. ⸻ Adrian spoke first. ⸻ “A threat is something that disrupts stability.” ⸻ The entity processed.

The voice on the phone threatened and it tinged with anger, getting Collin more infuriated. My heart crumbles like a wrinkled paper, each breath feels like a dagger poking my chest. Lorenzo was right after all.. Being involved with Colin might pose a serious threat to me after all. I'm not safe… I'm totally not safe.. "I'm warning you for an idiot, Marcello! If you dare bring my fiancé in our discussion, you'll be a dead meat. I might let some things slide but not this… Do not think you can threaten me, I'll ensure I bring you down at all costs.” Collin retorted, his face etched with determination.

Lily, still confused about who could have the audacity to threaten both of them, thought that if money were the motive, she could have simply given it to the person. Mark handed his phone to Lily. As she read the threatening message, her expression turned thoughtful. After a moment, she turned to Roger. “Do you have any suspicions?” she asked. “No,” Roger replied, shaking his head. The people around them were all unaware of the situation. Everyone was by their side, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “Mark, come here,” Lily called out, having noticed something. “Look here, in the bottom right corner of the letter, there’s a small symbol. It’s a crescent moon, and it might be intentional

“You two siblings are nothing but empty threats. Do you even know where you are? This is The Haven Society. If you dare cause trouble here, the owner will crush you before you even understand what happened.” Grinding his teeth, he waved a fist threateningly, clearly emboldened by where they were.

“Are you threatening me?” “It's not a threat.” Candice spat with disdain. “It's a warning! Steer clear of my guy if you know what's best for you, Idara. I swear down, next time I catch you ogling him the way you always do, it won't end well for you at all. Mark my words!”

It read: “I bring gifts that no one desires, wrapped in fear and painted red. A warning I give, yet a threat I leave—cross my path, and you may be next. Who am I?”