Im Watching You Novels & Stories

Spotting an empty chair, just a few chairs apart from Vicky, who nods my way, I find my way and slouch in my seat. It's gonna be a long night, that's all I tell myself as I watch Jack and Rose meet for the first time. With no time to get into the movie, I suddenly feel like I am being watched, as if eyes are trained on me and me alone, this time for certain it's not Vicky. Glancing over my shoulder, my eyes catch sight of him, one row apart. A minute or so passes with our eyes stuck on each other. I glance back around and I dare not look back again, with no intention of driving myself crazy under those alluring dangerous eyes.

She yanked me. I glanced behind at the column. I felt a pair of eyes peering at us from there. We looked at each other when our phones beeped in unison. We brought them out and stood side by side watching Beatrice’s live. It just started yet it already reached thousands of view.

Chapter 144: Olivia’s POV The soft hum of the television filled the living room as I sat curled on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around me. The movie playing on the screen was something lighthearted, a romantic comedy with forced laughter and predictable dialogue. But I wasn’t watching. My eyes were on the window, scanning the shadows outside for movement.

My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke

Quinn seems to sense it…her smile fading as she looks between them. Silence spreads through the group like a disease. I throw my head back and laugh. A deep, unrestrained sound that fills the room. “Yes,” I whisper, eyes glued to the screen. “That’s it.” I lean closer, my reflection faint against the glow of the laptop. “I’m watching you,” I tell them softly, as if they can hear me. “Every step. Every breath.” My laughter returns… low, dangerous, satisfied. The game isn’t over. It’s only just begun.

If I don’t lооk аftеr mуѕеlf, nо оnе еlѕе wіll. Tears аrе rolling dоwn mу fасе. I pay nо аttеntіоn tо the worried looks thе wаіtrеѕѕеѕ аrе gіvіng mе. It’ѕ the ѕhосk оf іt more than аnуthіng. I’m ѕhаkіng.

He holds the phone out. “Your choice.” I stare at the screen. “What do you want me to do?” “Delete it. Or keep it. Burn it. Watch it every night. Whatever you need to close the door on that night.” I take the phone. My thumb hovers over the delete icon. Then I press play again. Watch myself, kneeling, lunging, shielding Eze. Watch Damian storm in. Watch the moment he saw me alive. I watch it twice. Then I delete it.

Our SAT results came back, and our parents booked a private room at a Michelin-starred steakhouse to celebrate. Over dinner, they began discussing how we should apply to the same university so we could keep looking out for each other. I looked across the table at Derek and asked politely, “Derek, which university are you planning to apply to?” The moment the words left my mouth, comments suddenly flashed across my vision. [Here she goes again. Is this desperate side character going to apply to the same university as the male lead?] [I feel so bad for him. Just to keep the close ties between the families, he has to be okay with her clinging to him for three whole years!] [Don’t worry. H

I lost my balance and fell hard onto the ground. My waist slammed into a steel chair at the side, and it hurt so much that I broke out in a cold sweat. Rebecca suddenly looked a little worried when she saw the pain on my face. "What's wrong with you, Hayden?"

"What would I do without you, Mia? Honestly, thanks for coming over to watch the kids at such short notice." I smiled, a wane one. "You know I'd do anything for you and for them." She sat up tiredly. "Okay, what's wrong?" I looked at her in confusion. "What are you talking about?" "Usually, my appreciation of your services will unleash funny Mia... not this melancholic shell of a person." I laughed, groaning slightly. "Oh, God, no. Mama is the one with the multiple personalities... please don't try to insinuate that I have those too."