Threaten Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Timmy says. I nod, helping Andera up, and we walk silently to the car. After I tuck the twins in their seat belt, she pulls me away from the car, out of their earshot. “Thane. I got a..threat.” she began, her chin wobbling with effort not to cry. My heart missed a beat, a threat? I pulled Andera in for a hug. Someone sent her a threat. Black spots danced around my vision, and my jaw tightened with anger, but I forced myself to be calm. “What did they say?”

He then pours two glasses of whiskey, before I say anything, he slides one towards me. I take the glass but I don't sip. Instead, I lean back, exhale deeply before sharing the weight pressing on my shoulders. “There's been a threat.” I say finally. “What kind?” Nathan asks. I pull out my phone and hand it to him. “A message came in from an unknown number.” Nathan's expression darkens. “What did it say?” he asks as he takes the phone from me slowly. “Read it there.” I mutter. “Next time, it'll be messy.” He reads out loud. His face changes “Sh*t, Travis. This sounds serious and dangerous.”

His eyes flicked to mine for a second, then back to the screen. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer immediately. His fingers tightened around the phone, his knuckles white. Then, without saying anything,he turned it toward me. My breath caught. It was a short message. Clean and totally scary. “Withdraw from this case and watch the truth about the Valehart heir go public.” And below it was a two letters that turned my stomach cold: D. Cross. My heart beat faster in my ears, a rush of disbelief and dread. “He’s threatening us,” I whispered. “He’s threatening me.”

I say, rolling my eyes. She laughs softly, walking towards the egg chair and sitting, her back straight. “Au contraire, mon ami. Scaring someone versus threatening someone are completely different things. Scaring someone is instilling fear, make them nervous, make them panic. Threatening them on the other hand, is more like a warning. Unlike with just scaring them, where you’re happy with just making them nervous, a threat is step one of a plan that has way more steps. A threat is a ‘Be careful, we’re coming.”

“You need to pull your men away from here right now. My wife is not a fugitive. She was involved in an accident and you know it but you decided to act like you didn't know anything.” He moved closer to me and folded his arms on his chest. “You may have scared Fisher to his death but you can't scare me. I see past what you and your wife pretend to be so I will make sure I get you and her and make the both of you pay.” I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. “Are you threatening me? I didn't kill Fisher and neither did my wife but he was smart enough to know that threatening me was the wrong thing to do. Ask around, I don't take lightly to threats so I will advise that you choose your word

He let the words hang in the air for a moment, gauging my reaction. I clenched my jaw. “ You're still gonna get that match.” And I'll fucking break your teeth. “Any progress on the threat?” I moved closer, but Kieran wasn’t easily rattled. “Depends on how you define progress,” He replied smoothly. He glanced around the crowded hall, before settling his gaze back on me. “Aside from our beloved Arthur, there's no further suspect. Whoever’s threatening you knows how to cover their tracks, just like you said. They’re good. Very good.”

"-It's something else. I received a threat this morning. So, shortly after you dropped me off, I was at work and a text message came in. It was from an unknown number and... check your phone. I just forwarded it to you." I took my phone of my ear, stared at the message that had just been delivered. It read, You Will Regret What you did. "I just saw it," I told her. "That is definitely a threat. Did you have an argument or quarrel with anyone? Who on earth could have sent that?" "Who else could it be?" "Oh. Surely... you don't mean..." "Martha. It somehow has to be her." "Oh no. This time, I think you are mistaken. It can't possibly be Martha-"

Alexander knew it was a long shot, it didn’t seem this person was an amateur, but he would still risk it. “I’ll kill her, soon. Soon enough Annie will fall and you will crumble.” With that the call ended. Alexander groaned and threw his phone on his table. It was too early for threats, he wouldn’t mind if he were to be the one that was being threatened, but for Annie to be threatened it twisted the knife much deeper. Alexander called Adam and Samual chasing them for answers, but of course they had none. The threat was much closer than anyone thought. The threat was someone that could be called a friend.

But Alex, fueled by anger and determination, brushed aside the warnings, convinced that his cause was just. One evening, after a particularly exhausting day of campaigning, Alex returned home to find a note slipped under his door. The simple message, scrawled hastily, sent chills down his spine: “Stop digging into matters that don’t concern you, or you’ll regret it.” The threat was clear and unambiguous, leaving no room for interpretation. Fear and anger surged within him, battling for dominance. He had been so consumed by his quest for vengeance that he had neglected to consider the safety of those around him. His friends, his allies—were they now at risk because of his actions? The thought

His menacing tone sent a shiver down my spine as he spat out, "Touch her again, Aiden, and I promise you, you won't live to regret it." He threatened His threat echoed throughout the silent corridor, a chilling promise hanging heavy in the tension-filled air. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me, my gaze locked onto Aiden. The once-confident man was now visibly trembling, fear widening his eyes, making them appear almost innocent. It was a stark contrast from the menacing alpha who had cornered me moments ago.