Joe Goldberg Stalking Novels & Stories

“Are you following me, Gertie?” “In your dreams, Jackal,” I half hissed, half-slurred. “Kindly move away.” “Who is this character?” Joshua asked with an annoyed chuckle. “I’d say no one, but I’m beginning to think that he’s my stalker,” I sighed. “He’s an ugly sort of fellow, isn’t he,” Joshua said as he slowly circled Jack. “Get back, asshole,” Jack stammered as he followed Joshua with his eyes. “I’m nobody to mess with.”

I hear him chuckle again. "It's not funny. The police think I'm in league with a thief." "You are in league with a thief." He replies, forcing every word." He's right here in your room." "What do you want from me, Leo? Just let me know. This has gone too far. I know I came up to you first at the club but frankly, I didn't know who you are. I'm sorry. What would you have me do to stop stalking me?" "I am not stalking you. I am watching you"

Tessa suggested after a brief silence. “Trust me… all I need are the ones who stuck with us when the company was in trouble. You only know who your true friends are when things go down south for you. Tell me, has that stalker contacted you lately?” Tessa shook her head and responded, “No, they haven’t. But I often feel a chill on my back as if someone is following me. However, when I look back, I don’t see anyone.” “I think the stalker and the one who hacked into our system are the same person. I’m planning to set a trap for him. We shall catch him and make him pay, I promise,” Aaron declared.

Bobby looked at Weiss with a silly expression, and Weiss kept looking at him without saying anything. After a long time, he finally got it. He pointed at himself. “Mr. Weiss, could it be that the scapegoat you’re referring to is me?” “Bingo. You’re correct.” “Mr. Weiss, please don’t joke with me.” Bobby stood up in shock. Weiss shrugged. “I’m not joking with you. You, Bobby Jefferson, stole a batch of jade from the Elite Jewelry, which could not be sold in the country. So, you collaborated with Thomas from the Stellar Jewelers to share the stolen goods.

“You have five seconds to get off this guy before I can no longer vouch for you. If they see you on top of him like this, and he claims assault and battery, there’s nothing I can do. Get off. Then it’s our word against his.” The stalker beneath me gave a derisive laugh. “New Middle Bluff’s finest, eh? A little bit of collusion and corruption to go with your idyllic beach-town life.” “Just because I can’t use your scent against you in court doesn’t mean I don’t know you were somewhere you shouldn’t have been. I’m going to let you get scarce, and you’re going to be glad I allowed it. You got that? And if you even try to show up at the precinct to file a report, I will be so far up your ass tha

Ashton screeched to a halt right in front of the motorcyclist, who had been tailing Hayley for the last few days. Only he did not know that Ashton watched him instead. After the talk with Hayley, now Ashton knew who the stalker was. He was Jason Lowells’ man! Ashton had studied the man for the last few days. He didn’t look as dangerous as Gambino’s men did. Could he tackle him and scare him off Hayley’s back?

"Senior, what on earth does that stalker have to do with Senior Gibeom Jo collapsing?" Seo Jungwoo, who was beside, also stiffened as if it were his first time hearing this information, interlocking his gaze with Haneul Jang. Probably Seo Jungwoo also had the same intuition as Haneul Jang. Kim Kangmu, whose expression hardened darkly, narrowed his brow area and continued the explanation instead. "Strangely, they say whenever that stalker appears at the stadium, Gibeom Jo definitely collapses without fail."

I had just put the list of presents back in its original spot when the door to the foyer opened. Tessa Seinfeld swaggered over and sat down beside me, smelling faintly of alcohol. "You disappeared for a few days. I thought you'd finally grow a spine and leave for good. You still ended up crawling back to me, because you just can't leave me." Tessa almost blurted out that I had just come back to scam her out of her money. Perhaps from the beginning, she had only ever seen me as a leech who was after her money.

It spilled, soaking his notebook. "Stop," Elion gasped. "Stop it." "You asked," Cale said. "How do you know that?" Elion screamed. "I never wrote that down! I never told a soul! I didn't even tell my therapist!" "I know," Cale said. "Because I was there." "You were there?" "I am always there." "You followed me?" Elion’s voice rose to a hysterical pitch. "Three years ago? You were stalking me three years ago?"

"Yeah, it's the holidays. Nobody wants to get dragged into a murder case." Jonathan clearly had no intention of letting things end there. He pulled out his phone and tapped into an e-commerce app. "I found his account. Just like I said, he's been stealing women's underwear and selling it online. It's disgusting." He deliberately angled the screen toward a few of the women nearby, and they were instantly outraged. "Wait, that's the lingerie I lost a few days ago!" Her husband immediately stepped forward and slammed his fist into my face. "You've got some nerve stealing my wife's underwear. I'll kill you!"