Are You Watching Me Google Novels & Stories

Not just the people, she wondered how her boss would react. “ Oh! Lest I forget, Mr. Williams asks that you see him in his office.” She informed her, her eyes now on her laptop and she played with the buttons on it.

She tried to subtly look around to see if she could see anyone watching her, but no one was in sight. A thought came to Naomi and she messaged Lottie Naomi: Hey. Could a seer ‘monitor’ a specific person? Lottie: How do you mean? Naomi: I feel like I am being watched whenever I am outside but I cant see anyone and right now I am in the hospital carpark and it’s really open so I don’t know how anyone could be hiding. Lottie: Ah got you. You mean like could they tune in like a TV channel. Channel Naomi. Remote viewing?

I asked quietly. Kaden swiped to another clip. Then another. My stomach twisted. Three nights. Same car. Same street. “They’re watching me,” I whispered. Kaden’s expression turned cold. “Good.” I blinked. “What?” “That means they’re close. In no time we will figure out who’s behind this.” Before I could say anything else, my phone buzzed in my hand. The sound made both of us look down. I glanced at the screen. Uncle Matteo.

“Spying on you? Oh dear, I can see how you might have misinterpreted my words. I have had your premises under surveillance for a while; however, …” “Surveillance?” Now Liv was becoming angry. “I haven’t done anything wrong, so why the hell do you have me under surveillance. I’ll ask again, lady. Who the fuck are you?” “What is your name? “You find out.” “That’s what I am trying to do.” “If your surveillance was any good, you would know. Anyway, I think it’s you who should be providing answers to my questions. For starters, who are you working for?” “I am not working for anyone. Once again, it seems that you have been misled by my choice of words. My surveillance is purely personal and my hop

“It’s unsafe. And you’ll spook whoever’s watching him.” I stared at him. “You think they’re watching me right now too?” Gabriel didn’t blink. “Yes.” That answer should’ve slowed me down. It didn’t. I pushed past him toward the office window that looked out on the yard. Two workers were still near the fence, pretending not to look. The second car was parked behind ours, engine idling like it had lungs. My phone buzzed again. My heart jumped. I opened it fast, thumb clumsy on the screen.

I look up at Livia, and she is still mouthing it, the same word, over and over—less instruction now than plea. Wait. Because they are not just tracking me. They are steering me. And as the figures on the path draw closer, my screen updates again, as if someone is watching my eyes move. GOOD. YOU CAN STILL FOLLOW DIRECTIONS.

At the pack headquarters, Ethan kept glancing at his watch, a rare trace of agitation showing on his face. He couldn't afford to delay any longer. What time was Theo's contest again? He couldn't remember. I had reminded him over and over yesterday, but he hadn't taken it to heart. A vague sense of panic rose in his chest. He slipped away from the guests celebrating Liam's birthday and hurried back toward his office. He'd bought Theo a toy car that morning, planning to give it to him after the event.

And I hated myself for it. My phone buzzed. Unlisted number. A single message: > “We’re watching you. Stay focused. Or she’s next.” No name. No reply allowed. I deleted it. Stared at the wall. And whispered: “I remember what’s at stake.”

He looked down at the tablet on his laps and swiped across its surface to assess what was going on in his apartment. He zoomed into the kitchen camera and saw his hired chef going about her business. Another swipe and he could see all the cameras in the apartment. He saw as Leila rushed about trying to meet up with the deadline he had set for her. It gave him a feeling of superiority over her as he watched her struggle and clean around the apartment. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't notice the car stop. "Boss, we're here." Batista, his most trusted bodyguard told him quietly.

Every small sound made me jump — the fridge humming, the AC clicking on, the neighbor’s TV faintly playing through the wall. Then my phone buzzed again. I almost didn’t look. But I couldn’t stop myself. New message from another unknown number. Unknown: Blocking me won’t save you, little moon 🌙 I’ve been watching you for a long time. You’re even more beautiful in real life than on camera. My stomach twisted violently. He wasn’t just watching my streams. He was watching me. Right now? I looked around my room frantically, eyes darting from corner to corner. The closet. Under the bed.