I Can Track Everything Novels & Stories

For the millionth time, I opened the tracker app on my phone. Her blue dot was still at the manor. As soon as it moved, I'd alert Isaac. He had access to the same app. I knew he was also watching, but it made me feel better to see her, even if she was a blue dot.

I clenched my fist angrily at the fact that she’s just using him “We have to act fast then.” Just like we planned, The AISE implanted the tracker into my neck, it felt a bit weird but I had to endure. I called Alexandra, informing her that I was ready to meet. “Aria.” Dad held my hand as I was about to leave, the worry evident on his face. “It will be fine. We will all come back, even Evan.” I reassured positively. “Be careful.” Uncle Hernando added and placed a kiss on my forehead. Then I hugged both tightly. I knew how hard

Luca follows, though grudgingly and I titter as his annoyed disposition. Luca had a condition for letting me go out with Rina—that I would have a tracker on me. And no it wasn’t the ones they’d attach to your body or clothes. Since I didn’t have a phone, which wasn’t really a problem for me since I’ve never used a phone before. When Luca realized, he sort to get one for me and had a tracker activated on it. He also wanted me to send him pictures of whatever outfits I put on or stores we walked into or any of our hangout places. His protective nature was kinda sweet but I thought he was overreacting a little bit but I didn’t want to make him worry any more than he already was.

He added, I thought thoroughly about what precious I had to offer and discovered that there was nothing to offer, a click in my head suddenly went off, my husband should have an untraceable account with lots of money inside, if I can purchase from there it would be such a good thing, I’m very sure I will be scolded but no one dares mess with my husband. “So what you’re trying to say is when I log in to the website, all I need to type is the tracker name and its description, then a price will pop up for the information, wow that should be a lot easier than I thought.” I smiled while the clanking of fingers on keys resounded in the room.

My heartbeat even louder. I let go of the handle slowly. I’m being ridiculous. I’m fucking paranoid. I drag in a breath and force myself to turn around, scanning my room. Everything looks normal. My bed is unmade, clothes draped over the chair, books stacked on my desk. Familiar. Safe. But that doesn’t mean anything anymore. There was a tracker on my car. An actual tracker. The thought hits again, sharper this time, cutting through whatever fragile calm I was trying to build. Someone put it there. Someone knew where I was—everywhere I went, every time I left the house. They followed me. Watched me.

What if there’s something I’m not remembering? What if Logan knows what that something is? My phone buzzes in my pocket, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts. I pull it out, expecting a message from Nathaniel or an update from security. Instead, I see a notification from an app I almost forgot I had. The tracker. During the chaos of Gale being dragged out, I slipped a small device into his pocket. Nathaniel always insists on having it on me. Microscopic. Undetectable. Designed to alert me if he deviated from the expected route to the detention facility.

I did not notice when Leo and George walked into my office. "Good to see you Mr white", Leo said smiling and adjusting his glasses. He was one of our Tech guys. "The phone from our latest Technology can track phones that have been switched off, am I right Leo?" I asked ignoring his pleasantries walking over to him as he adjusted uncomfortably. “Affirmative Sir, All the phones from our latest technology can be tracked it's just that it is easier...” He replied looking around with confusion written all over his face. "Great, I need you to track a phone now" I replied eagerly cutting him off.

“And I don’t think you do either. We both have something the other needs, you just don’t know what yet.” Ian flashes a gracious smile, but having grown up with him, I can tell he’s calling bullshit. “We’re listening.” Uh, no. You and Ivan are listening. I checked out at the door. What Sean says next makes me check in in a hurry. “You need trackers.” “Say what?” I toss him an indignant glare. “No we don’t. I have some of the best trackers in the country.”

"Can you make it look like I am going to random places? Coffee shops, stores, restaurants. Nothing suspicious but nothing that matches my actual schedule." "I can do better than that. I can program it to follow a pattern that looks like a normal person running errands. The tracker will think you are living your life while you are actually doing whatever you want." "Perfect." He typed some more and then disconnected the tracker and handed it back to me. "Stick this back where you found it. The redirect is active now. Whoever is monitoring this will see you going to a grocery store on Fifth Avenue at two pm today even though I am guessing you will not actually be there."

“You said you knew where she would be.” “I will. Over the past weeks, I’ve planted a tracking device—a couple—on Harris.” “We’re relying on black market trackers?” “I already tracked him to two locations. The data is stored in the cloud. Dickhead, let go.” Gage shoved her away. “Remember what I said I’d do if you fail.” “I won’t forget.” Movement in the distance drew Gage’s attention, and he squinted through the afternoon light. Spotting Gannon and Dishan, Gage nudged her along. “I won’t lie to my team. You’ll come clean.”