Are You Watching Me Google Novels & Stories

“You are cruel. Make her kneel in the yard. She can get up only when Ashley calms down. Find that hidden child and make him kneel at the monastery to pray.” I was forced to kneel in the pouring rain with my shoulders held down. I clutched Oliver’s ashes tightly in my arms and numbly watched Cole feed Ashley in the living room. The priest Ashley hired returned and waved his rosary while chanting. “The harmful aura has not been removed. We must find the child quickly and make him pray.” Cole stood under the umbrella while holding Ashley. “Push her into the pool to clear her head. Throw away the urn she is holding. The sight of it bothers me.”

I felt like I was being watched. Brushing off the feeling, I reached for the TV remote, hoping to find solace in a mindless show. But as I turned it on, the screen remained blank, and a strange message appeared in bold red letters: "I'm always watching, Anna. You can't hide from me."

It just felt strange, like someone was watching me "Are you okay? What are you looking at?" Gabriel asked as he stepped into the car, I shifted my eyes from the window and stared back at him "No it's nothing, I was just looking at something," I whispered dragging up my seat belt, Gabriel's eyes rested on me for a few seconds before he nodded and ignited the engine as he drove off, my eyes darted around again before I turned back resting my head back I must have seen wrong 'Why would someone be watching me?' I shook my head, my eyes snapped back at Gabriel who had his eyes fixed on mine

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Just focus. Then— Buzz. I glanced at my phone, expecting Olivia. A reminder. A notification. But it wasn’t that. It was a single message. You’re being watched. My breath vanished. The blood drained from my face, my skin prickling like ice beneath the surface. I stared at the screen. The words sat there, cold and final, for exactly three seconds— Then disappeared. Just like that. Gone. I tapped the screen. Swiped. Refreshed my inbox. Checked my messages. My call log. Nothing.

Oh my God. My breathing quickened. Among the photos, there was a white sheet of paper, printed, unsigned, no letterhead. Just a message in black letters: “You’re being watched all the time. Your actions are monitored. You won’t always be surrounded by people. Always protect yourself.” A chill ran down my spine. I immediately turned toward the office window, with the absurd feeling that someone was watching me from there. Outside, all I could see was the curtain of rain and the blurred lights of the city.

Who is watching me from the shadows? I can feel their eyes and their presence, I can feel someone. I don’t know who, or what, but I know there’s someone there. There’s someone there. Or, there’s something there. I’m not alone. Someone is out there waiting for me. Someone is out there watching me. And right now, they’re watching me.

I remained staring at the wall “do you want him to die?” Someone is watching me definitely- this is the only thing that has been running in my head. I spent hours searching my apartment, tearing through every inch of it, looking for the hidden cameras I know must be here. I checked every nook and cranny, every crevice and corner, but I found nothing. The cameras, if they’re here, are too well-hidden. I can’t find them, and that makes everything so much worse. It means that someone is watching me, controlling me, and I have no way of stopping them.

I exclaimed. Her eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong?” “Let’s...” I looked around, trying to make sense of this nagging feeling. “Let’s have this meeting somewhere else. I feel like we are being watched.” “Watched?” Lila asked in shock. “But I don’t sense any magic.” “Me neither,” Mother muttered. “Exactly. Which makes it even more frustrating,” I said. “But I swear, I cannot ignore this feeling. I am certain we are being watched. But I can’t tell how.”

I woke up to the faint vibration of my phone on the nightstand. At first, I ignored it, relishing the warmth of my bed and the soft sunlight that streamed through my curtains. But when the buzzing persisted, I reached out lazily and squinted at the screen. YouTube: Congratulations, Lila’ has reached 1,000 views on your latest video!