Are You Watching Me Google Novels & Stories

then they were good. Too good. I took out my phone again. Looked at the screen. Nothing new. But I still felt like somewhere, right now, they were watching. And waiting. And if my spy couldn’t find them… Then I’d have to.

I opened my mouth, ready to argue—but I had nothing left. I was cornered. And he knew it. After a long beat, I exhaled sharply. “Fine.” But he didn’t move. Didn’t turn around. Didn’t act like this conversation was over. “…What?” I asked. “I’m staying,” he said simply. I blinked. “Excuse me?” “You’re being watched. If Genevieve caught even a whiff of your posts, she’s already paranoid. She might try to find you. Tonight. Tomorrow. Any moment before that meeting.”

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I can also see the reaction buttons that the watchers have pressed. When I looked at the camera in front of me, I realized I was being caught on video in real-time. I assumed that what was about to happen to me was being taped and would only be presented to wealthy individuals who wanted to witness my demise. “I forgot that all the people here in Live Suicide are well off,” I said in my mind. My gaze returned to the screen as the notification rang countless times, signaling that the people viewing me were still not ceasing to verbalize their thoughts.

They had followed me, but didn’t touch me. The message was loud and clear: You are being watched. You can’t hide or escape.

Fifty-two million views, and still increasing. A quiet breath left me as I leaned back slightly, my gaze drifting between the phone and the screen. “Interesting,” I murmured under my breath, not because I was surprised, but because whoever had released that video understood one fundamental truth, even if unintentionally. They had made her impossible to ignore.

It was just them. “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered. “Neither am I,” he said. But across town, in a dimly lit room with rows of screens and blinking servers, someone was watching their interview again. Pausing. Zooming. Analyzing. A voice crackled through a hidden earpiece. “They know.” A second voice responded, cold and sharp. “Then it’s time to remind them what happens… to those who look too closely.”

Jacob replied. He tapped the keyboard once, then again. “It pushed through.” A cold feeling slid down my spine. “What does that mean?” “It means he’s not just watching,” Jacob said. “He’s broadcasting.” I stared at the screen. The camera angles were tighter than before. More focused. Less about general security and more about… tracking. People. Movement. Patterns. Us. My stomach dropped. “He’s locking everything down,” I whispered. Jacob nodded once. “Yeah.” My mind raced.

"The people are watching." What people? My phone pinged, and I went to fetch it from my bag, only to see a message from an anonymous number. "You are being watched. You know what to do." Below it was a picture that made the hair on my neck stand. It was a picture of me at the gala.

My eyes snapped to it in an instant, wary of my little stalker that'd been awfully quiet after what he did to me in the showerroom. But It wasn't him. “Six thousand viewers already?” I muttered. “She only just came online.” Yes. You caught me. I'd been subscribed to Mia's page since our foursome that night. Why wouldn't I keep tabs on one of the most famous creators in the city? “Come to think of it, maybe I could get some inspiration by watching her” I sat up, moved my cursor, and entered the live. The second I did, i felt the air around me do a dangerous warp. It was like I'd been sucked into something before I'd even given it the permission to.