Go Set A Watchman Novels & Stories

"What if we set up a watch rotation? That way, we can keep an eye out for any movement and stay one step ahead!" "Excellent idea, Eden," I replied, feeling pride swell within me. "Let's implement a watch schedule that includes warriors from each pack. This will not only enhance our defenses but also foster collaboration among our ranks." As we finalized our plans, I felt a renewed sense of determination. We were ready to face whatever challenges awaited us, united in our mission to protect our home. In the following days, we established the watch rotation, and the atmosphere in the camp shifted. The warriors were more alert, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of movement. I felt a

“Now that you have no husband, I’m worried, beta.” I smiled faintly. “Nana, I swear to you, I’m fine. I’ll come visit.” Her face softened, but I could tell she didn’t quite believe me. Once she returned to cooking, I checked my phone, and froze. The feed was live, my heart began to pound. He was wearing it. Mr. Everhart had finally put on the wristwatch. The footage was shaky at first, jerky even, since the microcamera was hidden inside the crown of the watch, right between the ridges where the dial met the base. Every movement of his wrist made the camera tilt, showing me fragmented views of walls, shoes, and flashes of papers.

Before I could step out, he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a sleek black watch. “Wear this,” he said. I took it carefully. “What is it?” “Tracker,” he said. “And a panic button.” He pointed to the small silver button on the side. “If you see anything unusual, anything that feels wrong, press it. I’ll be close.” The watch felt heavier than it looked. “I’ll come running.” I fastened it around my wrist. The cool leather settled against my skin. “Thank you,” I said quietly. He gave a small nod.

"Take care of her. And do it quickly." Without a word, the Watchman rises to his feet and walks in my direction. Keeping my eyes shut, I try to stay calm, sneaking peeks through the slits of my lids as he approaches. He stops only inches away from me and I can smell his earthy, masculine skin. "Don't move her," Zack calls to him, but he doesn't reply.

The Choice of Love "Do not do it Maya!" Benson begged. He was crying now. "He is a liar! He will just use you!" ". Benson look at them!" Maya pointed to the screens. The people in the 'Waiting Room' were starting to panic. They were screaming for the 'Doctor.' "I cannot let them burn " Maya whispered. "Then let me come with you " Benson said. He stepped closer to the Watcher. "If she goes I go." The Watcher laughed. "You are an old-world engineer, Mr. Benson. Your mind is filled with metal and oil. There is no room for you in the New City."

,and held his sticks against his hand such that they were almost invisible.He told himself that this way,the man would see he meant no harm. He cleared his throat, and moved a few yards behind, patiently waiting for the gate to open. A loud banging sound rendered the air as the watchman flung open the small gate on the left side of the large gate. Oloompala stood still like a pole.He was not sure if the man was going to welcome him or not.His eyes gazed on the watchman’s cap,as he pushed his hands behind,holding strongly on his club.An array of light shone in the compound over the gate,sending the shadow of the gate over the watchman and Oloompala.The watchman looked at the boys face,and smi

Dominic warns everyone, his voice serious They all nod agreeing with him. A few days pass and Dominic’s birthday and our first anniversary are coming up. The car comes to a stop in front of the mall and I nod a thank you to the guard who shuts the door for me. My eyes catch a jewelry store, eyeing a watch. “I want that,” I say, a shawl over my head, accompanied by a pair of shades to avoid the press and to protect my growing tiny bump. He packages the watch and hands it over to my guard as we leave the store

"It sounds funny Kayden, but the luck of the sixth sense does not always manifest all the time. Especially in real terrible situations like this." I sigh, my frustration threatening to rip out from me. Victor is kind of right. And I am not usually one to rely on luck, or on sixth sense. "Then what do you propose we do Victor? We are running out of time." "Well," he begins. "You will go first, just like you suggested. Then, I will come with the cops later. We will scout the place first. Here, take this." He takes off his wrist watch and stretches it out to me. When I collect the watch and look at it closely, that is when I realize that it is a smartwatch. A luxury smartwatch that does not eve

“They must’ve put the gas in the carriage before we left Nivel.” “What?” Gidon exclaimed. “You’re telling me they planned this all the way back in the village?” “Yes,” I interjected, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart. “And if that’s true, Nivel isn’t safe anymore.” The boss turned to me, his expression unreadable. “Do you want to go back?” he asked. “No!” The word escaped me like a shout, startling everyone. “I’m becoming a Watcher. Nothing—not them, not anyone—will stop me.”

And I… I had insisted on wearing it. Electronic. GPS enabled. Voice command. Panic pulse. It was my ticket out. My fingers moved slowly, subtly, as I tapped the small edge of the side clasp twice, then paused, then tapped again. It was a code—my personal SOS sequence. Clinton had set it up. The watch was supposed to signal two numbers: Caleb and Clinton. If the battery still held, it would also activate the emergency tracker. But I had to be careful. If they caught me messing with it, it was over.