Go Set A Watchman Novels & Stories

better look. And then my breath caught in my throat. There was a watch on the floor. I picked it up and brought it under the light so I could look at it. It was from a very exclusive designer brand and from what I knew, Ryder loved to buy his stuff from popular and mainstram designers. I knew without a doubt that this watch doesn’t belong to Ryder. So who could it be? Had someone kidnapped Ryder and framed him? The person would have to be very wealthy to afford a watch like this. A bad feeling washed over me and I decided to take it back to Keagan so he could use his connections to find out the watch’s owner but just as I made to shove it into my jeans pocket, I saw a very tiny inscription

The sun set over the eastern hills, turning the great bloom to fire. --- They stayed at the House of Gold Flowers for a week. Morwen sat with the witnesses, listened to their stories, placed her hands on their heads and blessed them in the watcher's name. She was old now—older than anyone in the garden except perhaps Winter, who had stopped counting her years. But the witnesses treated her with reverence, and she had learned to accept it without letting it define her. "The watcher is becoming a religion," Iriel said one evening, as they sat on the hillside overlooking the relay site.

The flu he was coming down with wasn't going to stop him. The rage was the cure. This rage would take them down and make his boss proud. Fucking idiots, Seth thought, Inviting five other mafias for a ceremony and thinking any amount of security would protect them. He waited for his men to take a position.

As we exchanged rings, I held Yasmin Walsh's hand, and my gaze fell on her wrist. An old silver watch hung there, its dial yellowed with age, its hands forever frozen at 3:07. "Take off the watch," I said. Her smile stiffened. Instinctively, she pulled her hand back. "Jayden Burke, stop it. Everyone is watching." I didn't move. I repeated myself softly, but loud enough for the entire hall to hear, "Take off the watch."

He sounded very genuine, as far as he was concerned, he was still connected to Glen and I really don't want any strings leading to him, I smiled softly, "nothing can ruin our friendship but anything involving him... count me out." I rose to leave, "wait..." he dipped his hand into his pocket bringing out a watch, he stood up gently strapping the watch on my wrist, "no matter what happens, never remove this watch, it has a GPS and a tracker, if you are ever in danger and you tap this button twice, it would send a distress signal." I looked at the cute watch, who would think it would be a big weapon, I smiled softly, "I don't think I'll ever use this watch but I can't reject a gift."

Russ had once promised Kathy a lifetime of care. He’d broken that vow once before. Now, he was determined to honor it. For hours, Gordon and Linda sent messengers urging his return, but he was a man possessed, charging toward the outskirts without a backward glance. So consumed was he by his mission, he failed to notice the crucial detail: his parents claimed they would handle Kathy’s affairs, but they never actually left for the countryside. The scene that greeted him was one of pure chaos. Officials and coroners picked their way through the gruesome aftermath of a massacre. Blood stained the earth, the air thick with the metallic scent of it.

Seth's voice cracked with frustration. Ryder flexed his wrists, desperately working to loosen the ropes. As his fingers strained against the bindings, they brushed against his watch. The watch—a gift from James—was more than a timepiece. It contained a hidden alarm and GPS tracker. Normally, it was deactivated, but it could be turned on in emergencies. Feeling for the hidden button on its side, Ryder pressed it. The watch vibrated twice—confirmation the distress signal had been sent. All he needed now was time. If he could keep Seth talking long enough, help might arrive.

I should not do something foolish. When my butler noticed me, he just bowed and said, "Take care, Ma'am. Just press your watch if there's an emergency." I nodded and smiled at him. He knew I'd clear my thoughts, and he constantly reminded me to click the button on my watch in case of an emergency. He modified this watch, which is linked to his watch. If I press it, his watch will emit an alert and track my whereabouts. He made it so that we could both connect if I wanted to be alone.

"It was the last thing she bought before the car crash. Arthur wanted me to throw it away when I turned eighteen. He said a Sovereign shouldn't wear a watch that loses three seconds every week." "Your mother had good taste," Scarlett said softly, stepping into the closet beside him. She reached up, her fingers gently taking the watch from his palm and fastening the worn leather strap around his left wrist, her touch slow, deliberate, and entirely grounding. "A watch that loses time is a good reminder that the world doesn't always move according to a script."

“There’s something I need to warn you about. When you meet the buyer, do not—and I mean under any circumstances—let him touch the watch until you have the money in your hands.” He paused, his intense gaze boring into me. “Do you understand me, Alison?” “Yes,” I whispered. “Good, I’m glad you understand,” he said, but then his face darkened, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk. “Because if you fail this mission, I’ll end you.” My breath hitched, he looked so terrifying as he spoke. “Now go,” Damien ordered, handing me the watch. I clutched it tightly, my hands trembling slightly as I stepped away from him. His voice stopped me mid-step.