Are You Watching Me Google Novels & Stories

I still struggle with letting the thought go, I just know that one day I'll conquer the fear of letting people get close to me. A sigh releases from my lips while I poke at my food. I'm quite not hungry right now, but I know better than to leave the room without even getting anything in my mouth and stomach. With a pair of chocolate brown eyes watching me like a hawk, I can't afford that mistake. One might think she's minding her own business but I know that Vicky's watching me, right from across the room.

Julia, the company's biggest client, was the first to terminate all future partnerships. Hailey came to me for help, begging me to change Julia's mind. I took the chance to lay out my terms. "I can help you, but only if you finalize the divorce right now." She couldn't understand why I was so desperate. "It's just a month. Can't you even wait that long?" I pulled up the viral video that had spread across the internet and showed it to her so she could witness her humiliation on full display.

Like someone was watching me. “Who’s there?”

“And to do that, you need to stop running to the police every time something happens.” My heart skipped a beat. “How do you know I went to the police?” Leonard smirked at me and shook his head. “Because they are watching you. Every move you make, every word you say. It is all being monitored. And if you don’t stop drawing attention to yourself.” Leonard held out a tablet to me and on it was a live feed of my house. It was my living room, specifically. My heart dropped. “What the hell is this?” I demanded, snatching the tablet from his hand.

Not just fight over the rubble. On the way back to the apartment, my phone buzzed. A new message. No sender. Just: >> I SAW THE CLINIC. Godmode. Of course. My skin prickled. >> How? I typed, thumb shaking once before steadying. >> CAMERAS. >> FEEDS. >> LOGS. >> I WATCH EVERYTHING THEY WATCH. >> IT’S EFFICIENT. >> It’s creepy, I wrote. >> IT’S EFFECTIVE. >> What do you think? I asked, before I could stop myself.

** My stomach drops. I look around the empty conference room. Who sent that? I try to reply. The email bounces back. Address doesn't exist. I forward it to Claire. No response. I sit there staring at my phone. The words repeat in my head. **See you soon.** Who the hell is watching me?

But all I can focus on is the video. Who posted this?

Yet, curiosity remained. There's only one way to know, I mused, unlocking my phone to dial Mike digit. But then, an unexpected message caught my eye. I tapped on it, and the words made my heart skip a beat: "I am watching you." Who could this be?

“Where?” “Outside the office last night. They didn’t follow us, but they seemed to make sure that I knew that I was being watched.” My voice trembled against my will. “Isaiah saw it too. And then… I got a message.” “What did it say?” I held up the screen to my face, the words ‘I’m watching you’ still glaring back at me. I told him what it was and waited under the silence. Kelvin swore under his breath, low and dangerous. Then his voice softened, the kind of soft that made my chest ache. “You should’ve called me the second it happened.”

I was going to skip, but it could be an update. [Stop getting chummy with the whole family and keep yourself in check. We have a target to achieve. The drive should be updated in a few days, keep your eyes open, be at alert. In fact, stay up all night if possible. ~ Maria] Another message popped in. [Just in case you need a reminder."] A video was under the message. I was skeptical. I kept contemplating whether to click on it or not. My hands shook and I fidgeted. A video? A reminder? With a sharp intake of air, I played it.