Big Brother Is Watching Novels & Stories

he points to Lucas and himself, "have been watching you and you seem troubled. Are you sick? We saw you rushing to the restroom and on the phone. Did you hear bad news?" "Gabriel!" I scold. "Yes, baby?" "I said not—" I stop and take a breather. There's no need to bother because he won't listen. He never does. "Why were you watching me? That's an invasion of privacy." "There are cameras there for a reason and I own the company." "That doesn't mean you should watch me, it's creepy."

"She is not Shane's type." "Our brother doesn't have a type." "Well, that's true. And as long as it's not Lahaina, I am all in for supporting big brother." Elena rolled her eyes, "No. I am not. Your reason doesn't suit me. I know he doesn't like Lahaina. But you can't mix it with Shane's life."

Last night was definitely a new experience for Bree, though she couldn't stop the feeling that she was being watched. She did think maybe Gage was the one who watches her, but then Rocco said the boss man was telling him that since it's Bree's first week they will all keep an eye on her. "Gage thinks it's your girl next door type of look, he didn't want you to be taken advantage of." Rocco shrugged while giving Bree a glass of water when she was on her break from dancing.

"If someone hadn't told me you were here, you'd be lying dead on these tracks—just like your parents! Do you even realize that?" He scolded me the way he always did. Only this time, I didn't argue. I didn't even try to break free. One of his bodyguards couldn't help but speak up, "Mr. Burke… Something's wrong with Mrs. Burke." Frederick froze, then looked down. That was when he noticed how thin I had become. I was barely recognizable. My once-glossy hair had turned dull and brittle. Even with my eyes closed, there was something deathly about the way I looked.

His head is down. Below the video, Richard's message reads: "Stay in line. Don't forget, I'm watching." I watch Bryson's face in the background before the clip ends. The painful knot in my chest tightens even more until I can barely breathe. He's monitoring everything. Every moment. Every interaction. I'm being watched at all times. I see Bryson from a distance on campus a few days later. He's walking alone with his hood up and his hands shoved in his pockets. He looks smaller somehow. Colder maybe?

He is currently attempting to teach Lina chess and losing control of the lesson. Elena stared at the message, then she looked up at the lobby ceiling where she knew, from her months in this building, that there were cameras covering every angle. Then, with a small smile on her face, she looked back at her phone. She typed back: *Are you watching me on the security feed right now.* Eamon's response came immediately. *I prefer the word observing. It sounds less like surveillance* Freya glanced at Elena's face when she noticed Elena had gotten a little distracted. "Good news?"

How did I get myself in this mess? “Right. Just remember, we’ll be watching you,” Harris warned, standing up to signal the end of the interrogation. Laurel smiled, leaning back, she was extremely unfazed, and it made me even angrier. “I’ll be right here, Detective. Enjoy your little investigation.”

However, Blaine’s history wasn’t as interesting as the billionaire CEO turning evil and so greedy that he was willing to off his own brother just to keep his estate to himself. My stomach twisted into knots as I watched report after report. I didn’t hear Bruce come in behind me and slip the remote out of my hand. I turned to him as he switched off the television. “I don’t think it’s doing you any good to watch the news right now,” Bruce said, giving me a pitying look.

“Pregnant?” Liam scoffed, driving his palms deeper into my throat. “Yeah, we know. News spreads fast, huh?” “Better snuff out the sad little life now before it dies during labor,” Isabella cooed, shaking her head. As if my baby and I were just a couple of ants to be squashed. Through the haze of pain, I saw them—William, Isabella, and Vanessa—standing in a loose semicircle, watching. Not just watching, but… smiling.

His eyes then went further to her nice waist and perfect childbearing hips, and now he began thinking if he wanted her because she looked like his tattoo or something more ‘She was just too gorgeous and perfect not to be his' "Bring Isabella and my nephew, this won't be interesting without them." Cruz ordered the maids around, who left immediately, as some of the guards moved towards the large TV in the room, holding a phone with them "Am sure it has been long we've all sat down to watch a perfect televista series." 'what is he saying, when we are all supposed to be on our way to the church?'