Are You Watching Me Google Novels & Stories

I gasp. The tears start to come. I can feel them. “Someone’s here. Someone…someone is here with us.” “What?” Malachi adds, visibly confused. “What are you talking about? Who’s here?” “I’m being watched,” I choke out. “Someone…someone is watching us.” They glance at each other above my head, then back at me. “What the hell are you talking about?” Malachi pushes. “Tell us, baby. Please.” I spin toward the car, my heart in my throat.

Something that would alert me the second that video even tried to surface anywhere on the internet, whether it was uploaded, shared, or even opened on a public network. It took time to set up. It took access most people don’t even know exists. But now… It was the only thing giving me a little control in this mess. And I’ve been waiting. Watching. Listening. For two weeks. Nothing. Until now. A sharp sound broke through the silence of the room. A notification. My eyes snapped to the screen instantly, my body going still for half a second before everything kicked into motion. “There you are…” I muttered, my fingers already moving across the keyboard.

I never had a direction. I was moving. Like if I kept driving, I wouldn’t have to sit with what I was feeling. Finally, I pulled over. The silence inside the car was deafening. I grabbed my phone, my fingers slightly unsteady, and searched for Isabelle’s username. There it was. A new video. Posted recently. Two million views. Nine hundred thousand likes. My jaw tightened as I stared at the numbers. The world is watching her. And I don’t even know where she is.

"They bought Shares. Every person on that street owns a 'micro-stake' in our lives. They aren't cheering for our freedom. They’re cheering for the Content." ​Nora walked to the center of the room, where a massive holographic display had been installed. It showed a live-map of the world. Across every continent, glowing gold dots represented "Active Viewers." ​"We didn't escape the simulation, did we, Papa?" Nora asked, looking at Kael.

he deeply said. I nodded many times first. "Y-yes, o-okay." Dang! "Good boy," he said and back off. I feel like I can breath real air now that his face is away from me. "So, the first thing I want you to do is..." He looked up first and rubbed his chin with his hand. Wait, already? Please don't be something silly. "I want you to stop watching me. In all sites, my live, my recorded videos, all the channels that you're subscribed in. All of those. Remove Grae from your life." He pointed.

Who has been watching me? Unknown: searching for answers?

to implode. I stared at the screen, feeling physically ill. How had someone been waiting in the parking garage with a camera? How had they known exactly when and where to position themselves? The calculated nature of it made my skin crawl—this wasn't random gossip anymore. Someone was actively hunting me, documenting my every move, turning my private life into public entertainment. The weight of dozens of eyes boring into my back made concentration impossible. Every time I tried to focus on enzyme stability reports, my mind wandered to who might be watching me right now, what new photographs might be circulating by lunch, what fresh humiliation awaited me around every corner. I was going cra

His gaze grew darker, and his expression turned cold as a frozen lake. "You should understand that the verdict will be the same without Ella's testimony, no matter how many times you appeal. Besides…" He leaned in close. His breath fanned against my ear, but his gaze drifted over my shoulder. "Lilith, you wouldn't want someone else to suffer because of you, would you?" "Kellen, you're so cruel!" I cried. All my emotions turned into bitter disappointment and stuck in my throat. I dropped my shoulders and walked toward the door, feeling like every step weighed a ton.

"That's what they call me." "Who?" "Marcus." Ava's stomach twisted. "Where is he?" Aria smiled. "You're looking at the wrong person." Ava frowned. "What does that mean?" Aria stepped into the room. "Marcus isn't here." "Then where?" "He's watching." Ava looked around. Cameras. Hidden speakers. Monitors. She suddenly realized they were being watched. Aria continued. "He wants to see how you'll react." Ava's father stepped forward.

Is someone watching me right now? I check everywhere, the corners of the ceiling, the bookshelf, behind the mirror. I even drop to the floor and look under the bed frame, my heart thudding against my ribs. Nothing. Just this one camera. But one is enough. More than enough. Someone has been watching me. Watching Ezra. Watching everything. What the fuck is going on.