Joe Goldberg Stalking Novels & Stories

She screamed. After all she presumed he was always watching her. "Don't kill him." She pleaded, "I do not want additional guilt." "Who are you anyway and why the fuck have you been stalking me?" She yelled, "Don't you have better things to do, don't you get tired, for how long have you been stalking me? For months? A year? For how long have you been sending gifts? Ain't you tired? Damn you!" "I know you can listen to me." She said, "You can hear me, I am crazy now, that's what you wanted right? a crazy Korina, that's why you have been frustrating me, look at me talking and yelling all by myself."

Father placed a box of ring in my palms and asked me if it was beautiful enough and if my mother would like it. After inspecting it with my eyes, I nodded and he bought it. We walked out of the jewelry store and I was super excited for both my parents. They had been seeing each other again and I couldn't wait for them to live together under the same roof again. I was depressed. My stalker wanted it to be the death of me, but I refused. He had been sending disturbing messages and pictures of myself in my underwear or even walking into a supermarket. He was following me every where and I never felt safe anymore.

But Skye didn't even spare him a glance. Gerald's hand hung awkwardly midair before he forced a laugh and pulled it back. "Ms. Webster, you don't know the full story. Jeremy is no good. We're not ganging up on him for no reason. He crossed a line. He stole gold from our mine." He pointed at the sack beside me, gesturing for Skye to look. "Jeremy stole all that gold, and he's bold enough to flaunt it in public. Who knows how much more he's taken behind the scenes? A crook like that needs to be taught a lesson!"

“I would remember shoveling the driveway in freezing cold. Or lifting the airfryer—it’s heavy. Something’s wrong. Something’s really wrong.” “I said, let’s take it easy,” Sam says, low and measured. He grabs my hand and leads me into the library, steadying me. “Step by step. We write it down. Finish our homework. Baby steps.” “When did this stalking start?” Tessa asks as we settle at a corner table in the back, the library unusually quiet. Dust motes float in the sunlight slanting through tall windows. Sam slams his criminology textbook onto the table and flips open his laptop. “Let’s map it out. Timeline.”

Jared hated working out, but Japheth had to give the impression of an organized man, so I had to do something. I spent ten minutes doing push-ups and sit-ups, a decision I highly regretted by the way. When I was done, I took a quick shower, dressed casually, and left the house. If Aaron were spying on me now, it only meant he must have tried to do some research on me. This was even more dangerous than I imagined. Did I just get my first stalker? I walked steadily, not letting my stalker know that I sensed his presence. The pocket knife in my pocket sat heavily in my pants, reminding me that I was in California not to mess around, but to apprehend a dangerous mafia heir.

She hadn't made Isaiah and Zella suffer enough. Two of her men stood before her and she glared at them. She had told them to never appear before her unless they found something about Isaiah and Zella worth reporting. "Well?" she asked. "What have you found?" "There's a kid," One of them said gruffly. "College student. He has been following Mrs. King for the past few days." Gloria's eyebrows rose. "Following her?" "Yeah. He keeps his distance, but he's definitely stalking her.”

“For friends and family, yes, but for an ex-husband and wife? This ‘coincidence’ feels more like a deliberate attempt at stalking.” “Stalking?” he scoffs out. “Don’t flatter yourself. You think I’m here because ever since you moved out of home, I have been desperate and anxious to make sure you’re doing fine. That I have people, following you around all the damn time, that once they told me you’re taking a flight to Bahamas, I just dropped everything and came down here just to be with you? Yeah, I don’t know what you think of yourself, but you’re not all that special. This is just a coincidence, believe it or not.”

"I don't care about my billionaire father losing some of his millions. It's pocket change for him. And it was worth it to defend Veronica's honor and our family." "This isn't about the money!" Theo shouted. "This is about you being completely irresponsible! About you flying to New York without telling anyone, stalking us through the city like some kind of—" "I wasn't stalking..." "You followed us from the expo! You watched us at dinner! You stood outside our hotel!" Theo's composure was completely shattered now, his face flushed with anger. "That's literally the definition of stalking, Max!" "I was making sure she was okay!" "She was with me! Of course, she was okay!"

It felt like he was reading an adventure story except that, here, he was not a reader, but one of the characters-the suffering protagonist probably. His stalker was the villain here. "You fucking undermined me, but I'm sure you have come to your senses now." The stalker said again, "If you make any more funny moves, I am going to catch you, and torture you severely. I have got all your life under watch, right here before me. All your life in a computer."

“He’s so obsessed with control, it’s exhausting.” Just as I start to relax, my phone vibrates on the table. I glance down at the screen and see a message from Blake: See you in twenty. Jenni peers over my shoulder. “Another meeting with your stalker buddy?” I nod, groaning slightly. “Apparently. Guess it’s time to monitor the people we’ve been stalking. No more idling around, according to Blake.”