Joe Goldberg Stalking Novels & Stories

Like I said, it only monitored me when I was alone. I don't know much about stalking but I think that when you're stalking someone, monitoring them secretly, you should be in hidden places. The person you're stalking shouldn't know you're stalking him or her. I think that's the purpose but this person always remained even when it was clear I was looking his way. Maybe he relied on the fact that he or she was unrecognizable. Well, it was both a good and bad thing for me. Good because at least, I know to be extra careful because someone is after me. Or maybe it was Joe's ghost. No, Joe never promised to appear to me. Besides, he wouldn't scare me like this figure did . Little did I know that w

“Why are you suddenly shy, Kam? I’ve watched you bathe and dress up for three good years. What difference would it make if I want to see you when you’re not having sex with Davin—or taking your bath?” My breath caught. Did he just say he had been stalking me for THREE YEARS?! Did he just say three years? Did he just state that he has been stalking me for three solid years? “ You know that is a crime and you can be sued for that right? Or was it jealousy that drove you nuts!” I snapped a strange energy surge through me.

They would hang around the house for a bit, tell us to keep our doors locked and all spare keys inside the house and if nothing else would happen, they would just leave. When it came to stalking and obsessive behavior, the police rarely intervened before it was too late. Hence, I was not banking on them to solve this. George shook his head slowly, “I can follow him down to the Grocery store within the ten-mile radius but after that, most of the cameras are useless. Over half of them were not working or even if they do, there’s a lot of negative space where the burglar must have squeezed through.” “Was this planned meticulously?” I asked George, running a hand through my hair. My blood ran co

I gesture vaguely at the bar, at Ruby, at everything. Ruby leans in, her voice dropping a notch. “Oh, but you’re already involved, darling. Whether you like it or not. That stalker? He’s not just gonna disappear on his own, now is he? Besides, the desperation that brought you here, doing all kinds of nefarious things, tells me you want to get rid of that bastard just as much. I don’t know why you’re acting like you don’t give a damn. It’s written all over your face how badly you want answers to the questions that stalker holds. I mean, call me crazy or whatever, but if I were in your place, I’d be dying to know who that stalker reports to. Is he doing it for his own twisted fun, or did someo

"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!"

Even with the knowledge of the Jogging Path Killer’s identity, actually finding him had proven more difficult than expected, and after a long night of searching every known location of Steven Gibbon over the last four years since he had moved to Philadelphia, they were no closer to putting their hands on him. Sitting in an unmarked car outside Rocky’s Gym at six o’clock was not Watson’s idea of a calm and relaxing morning.

053 JOANA'S POV Caleb looked at me with a worried expression, “what's the crazy part?” I stared at him, battling if I should tell him the truth. Clinton had been stalking me for a while, but they didn't say if he was the cause of the accident. “I have a stalker,” it was the truth after all. Until I got to the bottom of this, I would not be saying anything. “Stalker?!” I nodded, “the police are getting to the middle of it, but the stalker wasn't the cause of the accident.”

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."