I am not one to threaten. I live life as a lover, not a fighter…but if one was not living their life to their full potential and holding someone back from living life to their full potential, well, then, I have a problem with that. Jus’ sayin…
Ahh, I hate this situations, but well, life is hard. Eat or get eaten, that’s the simple truth. “Now go! Go or your dirty little secret will accidentally be revealed, honey” I hissed and let the show go on.
It was in her eyes, Elsa thought. The teal was ridiculously bright – she’d mistaken it for contact lenses.
Or, was it her hair, with its fiery red hue; the strange streak of blonde and added just a bit of charm? It could have been her laugh – nothing more than a light tinkle that could have been windchimes. The only other option were her lips, ever-quirked up in a smile and looking so, so kissable.
But the only thought that actually crossed Elsa’s mind was, “But… I’m not gay…”
Please don’t threaten me with your stick I said quietly as the angy boy waved his stick very close to my face. He backed away grumbling noisily. Then I smiled.
I felt him as his eyes pieced my soul. He wasn’t looking at me, he wasn’t looking through me, he was looking at the future, and I was the only object in his way. He pushed the flat surface of the knife to my throat, shivering my veins to my core, until he turned the handle and balanced my head on its point. My eyelids pushed against each other as tears rolled down my eyes, and my hands shook as I tried to keep in the sniffles.
it means to black mail someone and wanting him to do something bad or illegal from which you are under pressure and do it without thinking and without taking advise from your elder people.
I felt threatened, the way he was staring at me. God, can you get any creepier? I thought, pushing my sleeves down protectively over my wrists. He took a step forward.
“Cassie,” he growled, reaching for me. I jerked away.
Threatening glare across the room. She looks like a silly cat meme with the bolded “SOON” in all caps looms over her head. But I don’t give a flying fuck, I’m done with my work so I’m going to keep reading “Gone Girl” on the company dollar.
I sat in the empty room staring at the dashing prince. I could not believe a man with the power that he held threatened me and my friends. I was overwhelmed and did not know what to do with the information I withheld.
Your threats are empty now.
Don’t you dare throw another one towards me.
I don’t believe you.
I won’t believe you.
Not ever again.
You can’t threaten me anymore.
I’m gone.
I see your eyes owning me. Intent. We come together softly and take flight. We’re stratospheric. The air is dangerously thin, heads are giddy, hearts are light. We are clouds that merge and melt into one another as the wind moves beneath us. Bodies on fire. Electricity and thunder.
How can this be the thing that threatens us? How can it be the thing that will be our undoing?
He held the knife, and the gun. “Now, now, no need to fidget.” He smiled a sinister smile, as I attempted to get away, “Which do you want me to kill you with?”
There is false comfort in flesh and blood. I thought that because you were my brother you made of the same stuff, that your values and moral compass were genetically set on the same course as mine. My mistake. It took me ten years and a universe of pain to work out who you are. I believed your lies, I believed you actually did have cancer. I let you manipulate me and then when it started to unravel I let you threaten me. For a while. Now I know that your narcissism is the source of pure evil. You are dark and dangerous and it is taking me every ounce of strength I have left to shake you off.
Hold the iron above me
cast dark shadows within
terror taken lightly
careening towards the end
stillness evokes a passion
beyond the dusky terminal
a lasting impression marks
passage towards a truth
He backed me into the wall. “So are you going to do it?” The man said, holding the broken end of a bottle nearly inches away from my face. “Or do you want me to break that pretty face of yours?”
“Hey, now,” he said, holding his hands up in what he hoped was a non-threatening manner. “I’ll give you the money, just…don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
The man with the gun had shaky hands, and that was what worried him. The gun was old, rusty…everything a functioning gun shouldn’t be. Combine with a jumpy trigger finger, and the result was sure to be anything but good.
He slowly let his hand wander to his pocket and pulled out his wallet, tossing it to the ground as he backed away. The man with the gun looked surprised, as if he had actually expected resistance. Probably a first-time mugger.
“Hey, now,” he said, holding his hands up in what he hoped was a non-threatening manner. “I’ll give you the money, just…don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
The man with the gun had shaky hands, and that was what worried him. The gun was old, rusty…everything a functioning gun shouldn’t be. Combined with a jumpy trigger finger, and the result was sure to be anything but good.
“Oh.” She said after a pause. “You’re threatening me.” She smirked, and I’d never been afraid of her before, not really, but in this moment unease curled low and heavy in my belly.
“It’s not going to work.” She said frankly. “You’re using people techniques on me. Darling, I’m not a person.” Her grin was all teeth and secrets. “We’re kind of similar that way, actually.”
The glint of starlight off the blade’s edge is completely unnecessary, she can’t help but notice. Everything was perfectly scary beforehand, that was just out and out melodrama.
“You’re not playing fair. No dramatics in face-offs, you make the votes uneven.”
Are you trying to threaten me? Because you look so pathetic doing it. You, with your torn denim vest and your too tight jeans and your over the top mohawk. And all the pins naming bands you’ve never listened to! Tell me, were you trying to become a walking, squawking caricature of some bad boy I’d never want to f***? Because you’re nailing it. Like, hardcore, bro.
When I feel threatened I think of my youth
When my gramma found me with a split in my tooth
She made me calm and taught me a lesson
To just come to her when I do feel threatened
That’s all I got, don’t make me threaten this website’s bot
threaten somebody is mean. You can threaten him phisically or mentally and you can kill him with that. I hate who threaten people. I wish I could threaten them to make them stop.
There are few things that I tolerate lures than those who threaten my family. It’s a crazy place that I go. I find know if this is exactly what this page is asking me for, but I’m running with it. A that can be monetary, emotional, physical, etc etc. No one messed with those I care about. On that same academic level, family is not blood, or is those people who will be there no matter what. That I will be with no matter what. Those few who choose to back your play whatever it may be. I don’t know where I’m going with this. I dint generally feel threatened by much besides my own insecurities that I occasionally take out on my family. I dint like that I do that much, but, hell, I don’t know how to change. It’s not a flip of a switch, it’s something else entirely. I don’t know. That’s enough for me for now
The storm clouds threatened the safety of the baby as it lay exposed at the edge of the jungle. The unsuspecting mother had her back turned as she worked planting the sweet potatoes that helped to feed their village.
Eyes glowing.Teeth bared. He stared menacingly at the small boy in front of him.He smirked.He smelt so, so good.As he made his way towards the boy, the boy kept walking back until his back hit a tree. He pressed his body on him and and lowered his head to his ear. “Where you tryin’ to go little lamb?” He whispered,voice deep and sultry against his ear.The boy shuddered.
“I’m not gonna hurt you,” He said, bringing his hand up to the boy’s face, thumb gently stroking his cheek. “but,” He grabbed his chin,forcing the boy to look up. “if you try a stunt like that again,there’s no guarantee I won’t.”
I had no Ide he would go this far .
to threaten the only women he loved with her ugliest fears .
Leaving her .
Threatening to take away the life he once offered her.
I am not one to threaten. I live life as a lover, not a fighter…but if one was not living their life to their full potential and holding someone back from living life to their full potential, well, then, I have a problem with that. Jus’ sayin…
Ahh, I hate this situations, but well, life is hard. Eat or get eaten, that’s the simple truth. “Now go! Go or your dirty little secret will accidentally be revealed, honey” I hissed and let the show go on.
It was in her eyes, Elsa thought. The teal was ridiculously bright – she’d mistaken it for contact lenses.
Or, was it her hair, with its fiery red hue; the strange streak of blonde and added just a bit of charm? It could have been her laugh – nothing more than a light tinkle that could have been windchimes. The only other option were her lips, ever-quirked up in a smile and looking so, so kissable.
But the only thought that actually crossed Elsa’s mind was, “But… I’m not gay…”
Please don’t threaten me with your stick I said quietly as the angy boy waved his stick very close to my face. He backed away grumbling noisily. Then I smiled.
They felt threaten when they saw the wild animals approaching. “Hello, dear” she whispered and rand away.
Don’t watch me with your fat flat clock face.
Time is playing tick-tock-toe with me.
I am running out of here, I’m getting carried away.
I felt him as his eyes pieced my soul. He wasn’t looking at me, he wasn’t looking through me, he was looking at the future, and I was the only object in his way. He pushed the flat surface of the knife to my throat, shivering my veins to my core, until he turned the handle and balanced my head on its point. My eyelids pushed against each other as tears rolled down my eyes, and my hands shook as I tried to keep in the sniffles.
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she opened herself, exposing every bit of her soul. you used her weakness to your advantage. she was powerless…
it means to black mail someone and forcing him to do what ever you want and some times he is under presure.
it means to black mail someone and wanting him to do something bad or illegal from which you are under pressure and do it without thinking and without taking advise from your elder people.
I felt threatened, the way he was staring at me. God, can you get any creepier? I thought, pushing my sleeves down protectively over my wrists. He took a step forward.
“Cassie,” he growled, reaching for me. I jerked away.
“Stop it, Frankie.
dont you threaten me like that
tightly grasping your bat
send shivers down my spine
and fear through my back
Threatening glare across the room. She looks like a silly cat meme with the bolded “SOON” in all caps looms over her head. But I don’t give a flying fuck, I’m done with my work so I’m going to keep reading “Gone Girl” on the company dollar.
I sat in the empty room staring at the dashing prince. I could not believe a man with the power that he held threatened me and my friends. I was overwhelmed and did not know what to do with the information I withheld.
He had threaten on his mind. He was going to find a way..some way..any way…
Your threats are empty now.
Don’t you dare throw another one towards me.
I don’t believe you.
I won’t believe you.
Not ever again.
You can’t threaten me anymore.
I’m gone.
I see your eyes owning me. Intent. We come together softly and take flight. We’re stratospheric. The air is dangerously thin, heads are giddy, hearts are light. We are clouds that merge and melt into one another as the wind moves beneath us. Bodies on fire. Electricity and thunder.
How can this be the thing that threatens us? How can it be the thing that will be our undoing?
He held the knife, and the gun. “Now, now, no need to fidget.” He smiled a sinister smile, as I attempted to get away, “Which do you want me to kill you with?”
There is false comfort in flesh and blood. I thought that because you were my brother you made of the same stuff, that your values and moral compass were genetically set on the same course as mine. My mistake. It took me ten years and a universe of pain to work out who you are. I believed your lies, I believed you actually did have cancer. I let you manipulate me and then when it started to unravel I let you threaten me. For a while. Now I know that your narcissism is the source of pure evil. You are dark and dangerous and it is taking me every ounce of strength I have left to shake you off.
Hold the iron above me
cast dark shadows within
terror taken lightly
careening towards the end
stillness evokes a passion
beyond the dusky terminal
a lasting impression marks
passage towards a truth
He backed me into the wall. “So are you going to do it?” The man said, holding the broken end of a bottle nearly inches away from my face. “Or do you want me to break that pretty face of yours?”
Eyelashes draw nearer. Cheek twitches.
“Hey, now,” he said, holding his hands up in what he hoped was a non-threatening manner. “I’ll give you the money, just…don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
The man with the gun had shaky hands, and that was what worried him. The gun was old, rusty…everything a functioning gun shouldn’t be. Combine with a jumpy trigger finger, and the result was sure to be anything but good.
He slowly let his hand wander to his pocket and pulled out his wallet, tossing it to the ground as he backed away. The man with the gun looked surprised, as if he had actually expected resistance. Probably a first-time mugger.
“Hey, now,” he said, holding his hands up in what he hoped was a non-threatening manner. “I’ll give you the money, just…don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
The man with the gun had shaky hands, and that was what worried him. The gun was old, rusty…everything a functioning gun shouldn’t be. Combined with a jumpy trigger finger, and the result was sure to be anything but good.
“Oh.” She said after a pause. “You’re threatening me.” She smirked, and I’d never been afraid of her before, not really, but in this moment unease curled low and heavy in my belly.
“It’s not going to work.” She said frankly. “You’re using people techniques on me. Darling, I’m not a person.” Her grin was all teeth and secrets. “We’re kind of similar that way, actually.”
“Are you threatening me?” She raised an eyebrow, shifting her weight to one leg.
He faltered just a bit, “Yes.”
She pursed her lips, “And what could you even threaten me with?”
“I know things.” He seemed more sure of himself now, “I could bring you down.”
“Try me.” She sneered, baring her teeth, looking more feral than feminine.
The glint of starlight off the blade’s edge is completely unnecessary, she can’t help but notice. Everything was perfectly scary beforehand, that was just out and out melodrama.
“You’re not playing fair. No dramatics in face-offs, you make the votes uneven.”
Are you trying to threaten me? Because you look so pathetic doing it. You, with your torn denim vest and your too tight jeans and your over the top mohawk. And all the pins naming bands you’ve never listened to! Tell me, were you trying to become a walking, squawking caricature of some bad boy I’d never want to f***? Because you’re nailing it. Like, hardcore, bro.
He threatened me.
His existance did..
I might learn to like him..
But i would not trust him ..not now..
Not ever.
When I feel threatened I think of my youth
When my gramma found me with a split in my tooth
She made me calm and taught me a lesson
To just come to her when I do feel threatened
That’s all I got, don’t make me threaten this website’s bot
threaten somebody is mean. You can threaten him phisically or mentally and you can kill him with that. I hate who threaten people. I wish I could threaten them to make them stop.
Typos from hell
There are few things that I tolerate lures than those who threaten my family. It’s a crazy place that I go. I find know if this is exactly what this page is asking me for, but I’m running with it. A that can be monetary, emotional, physical, etc etc. No one messed with those I care about. On that same academic level, family is not blood, or is those people who will be there no matter what. That I will be with no matter what. Those few who choose to back your play whatever it may be. I don’t know where I’m going with this. I dint generally feel threatened by much besides my own insecurities that I occasionally take out on my family. I dint like that I do that much, but, hell, I don’t know how to change. It’s not a flip of a switch, it’s something else entirely. I don’t know. That’s enough for me for now
The storm clouds threatened the safety of the baby as it lay exposed at the edge of the jungle. The unsuspecting mother had her back turned as she worked planting the sweet potatoes that helped to feed their village.
Eyes glowing.Teeth bared. He stared menacingly at the small boy in front of him.He smirked.He smelt so, so good.As he made his way towards the boy, the boy kept walking back until his back hit a tree. He pressed his body on him and and lowered his head to his ear. “Where you tryin’ to go little lamb?” He whispered,voice deep and sultry against his ear.The boy shuddered.
“I’m not gonna hurt you,” He said, bringing his hand up to the boy’s face, thumb gently stroking his cheek. “but,” He grabbed his chin,forcing the boy to look up. “if you try a stunt like that again,there’s no guarantee I won’t.”
I had no Ide he would go this far .
to threaten the only women he loved with her ugliest fears .
Leaving her .
Threatening to take away the life he once offered her.
iron ball belly
tensely taught
fraught
with tightly wound
potentials
words for
warring