Big Brother Is Watching Novels & Stories

But what hurt even more was the response that followed. “Hmm... don’t worry, Mom,” Alexander replied calmly. “Althea is here now... and she’s carrying the grandchild you’ve always wanted.” “So don’t get yourself too worked up.” Theariza froze outside the door. The hand gripping the doorknob slowly weakened. And for the first time... She truly felt how alone she was in her own home. TO BE CONTINUED.

"This doesn't concern you." "Oh, I think it concerns everyone surviving in this rat hole," Julian interrupted smoothly. He walked over to a worn wooden dining chair, pulled it out, and sat down uninvited, crossing one leg neatly over the other. "Because tomorrow morning, my syndicate is running an exclusive live broadcast. And I want you, Andrea, to stand in front of my camera and tell the entire nation exactly what you intend to do at Vanessa's front gate."

Standing close behind her. Protective. Possessive. The image froze for a second. Then zoomed in slowly. On his hand. Still resting lightly at her waist. Her breath hitched. “Turn it off,” she said. No one moved fast enough. The screen flickered again— And a message appeared across it: Look how easily he touches you. Her stomach dropped. “This isn’t just about control,” she whispered. “They’re watching us.” “They’re studying us,” Adrian corrected. The words sent a chill down her spine.

His eyes narrow at the screen, then his face hardens. “Tell me it’s not true, Colt? Tell me it’s a lie?” He blinks at me. “Colt, tell me you haven’t been watching me with a hidden camera in that fucking bear?” He scoffs. “What the fuck are you talking about? Why would I do that? This has my brother written all over it. Surely you’re not so gullible that you think I can do such a thing.” “Then explain this. Explain it Colt!”

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.

"Did you really think that you were safe after deleting the records from your phone? The communication network in Sicil City has always been under La Famiglia's surveillance. "Nobody thought of investigating you because you were nobody in the past, and they just couldn't be bothered. But if they wanted to investigate, then they would even know the color of the underwear you wore yesterday." Reina shook as she crouched over to pick up the documents from the floor. Her face turned pale and drained of all color. Meanwhile, Fabio, who was still half-dead and suspended mid-air next to us, suddenly began struggling with all of his might. The metal chains clinked loudly as he moved against them.

“Maybe there’s some boy whose legs are about to need a little trimming. What do you think? I say you help me convince Diane to let me follow her in secret, see who it is that was finally able to pull her attention off you—” From somewhere in the background: That is STALKING, Marcus. Marcus, without missing a beat: “Diane says that’s stalking.” I raise two fingers to touch the glass. I pause. I drop them back. I am thirty-five years old and the prospect of my best friend’s daughter meeting another—a man absolutely does not have the capacity to tilt my control. ‘Uncle Adrian.’ ‘I’m eighteen’ Some boy. “It is stalking.” My voice is exactly right. “I’m her father.”

“Now, is there anything else you want to say?” Big brother just showed me an annoying face. “I am just warning you, Travis. I would be there to keep an eye for you, but most probably, I will not be able to save your ass just in case something bad happens to you. You know that very, very well, don’t you?”

I told her. “Don’t worry there’s no footage of you for the past week, I’m assuming they’ve gone into hiding. Though we are keeping an eye out.” she tells me before hanging up. I sit there in complete and utter shock. I didn’t feel that someone was watching me. Normally even a little child looking at me alerts me. Who the hell are we dealing with? Someone so well trained I couldn’t even tell someone was watching me? Growing up with two brothers I’ve been accustomed to people watching me, I’ve always been keen on watching out for things like that. My brothers would follow me to make sure I wasn’t meeting with boys or anything like that.

It’s both a blessing and a curse that I have their attention. “My girls are going for Bobby but I guess, I’ll have to go for Joaquim,” she said. “What’s the title of the show?” I asked. “Young Corporates,” she said. I decided to call Bobby to ask. “Yes, it’s that show on a business cable channel. How did you find out?” Bobby said. “You don’t have the intention to tell me about it?” I asked. “He’s there too and we had a challenge yesterday, right?” he said.