Big Brother Is Watching You Novels & Stories

"He is a good boy. He said he would wait here for me to finish my work…" I'd raised Rowan since he was a baby. In my eyes, he'd long since become like my own flesh and blood. Vivian was despicable, but Rowan was innocent. And right now, all I could do was hope that she had at least a shred of motherly instincts left and wouldn't do anything to hurt him. Adrian pulled out his phone. "Get the surveillance footage, and lock down every exit now. No one is allowed to leave the venue!" His orders were crisp and precise; the composure honed from years in the business world showed itself perfectly in that moment. But I still saw the tight line of his lips and the slight tremor in his hand.

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.

They were frozen. The television screen flickered again. The camera zoomed in on Mayas face. The picture was very sharp. She could see every mark on her skin. A small box appeared on the screen. It said "42.1 million people are watching" and "Maya is trending". Maya thought to herself "No this is not possible. We broke the computer. We destroyed the place where they made the TV shows."

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!”

“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.”

Soaked in sweat, I finally caught Ethan's scent on the top floor. But before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, the scene before me brought me to a halt. Through the glass wall, I saw Ethan and Mira gathered around a little boy, celebrating his birthday. The boy looked about Theo's age. He was fair-skinned, his eyes glowing with happiness. He smiled brightly with nothing to worry about. Ethan leaned down and ruffled his hair. His gestures were so natural, just like a father. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of Theo.

I sneered and glared at Leon sharply. “Since you’ve already joined the ranks of upper class society, why have your wife take revenge on the Stanes? It’s all because of your pitiful pride, really.” Leon’s expression turned dark, and he threatened me, “If I could destroy the Stanes, I can destroy your family too!” I calmly unlocked my phone. This time, I showed all of the photos to Leon and said indifferently, “Transfer the money into my bank account before 6 p.m. tomorrow. If I don’t see it, I’m going to show everyone these interesting pictures.”

she asked without looking at him. "T-There's someone here to see you." "Who?" Beverly looked toward the door and met James' calm gaze. James set Esther down before striding over to Beverly. Lifting her down by the waist, he asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?" "There's a surveillance camera hidden in the sprinkler," Beverly explained, watching as James reached in to retrieve it. "What are you doing here?" Tyler stood there terrified. A large team of special forces had surrounded the entire building outside.

My pup, Ronan Ironwood, tore himself away from Tala Brightfield's arms and ran over to me. He yelled, "Get up and cook for me, Mom! I'm starving!" I wanted to reach out and hold Ronan, but I was dead. The moment Magnus Ironwood stepped through the front door, he caught the scent of meat and frowned. "Stop throwing a tantrum and get up to cook, Maeve Nightshade. Ronan is starving. He spent the whole trip home saying he missed your meat stew."

One tall guy with dark hair moved in front of me. He wasn’t bad looking. He matched my rhythm, his hands hovering near my waist. I kept dancing, letting the heat of the club and the alcohol push me. My eyes scanned the upper level for a second. There he was. Killian. Still in the shadows, watching like a hawk. His grey eyes burned even from this distance. Good.