Joe Goldberg Stalking Novels & Stories

I clicked it. And groaned out loud. Nude!! Not this again! Tits, hips, lips. Explicit as hell. The same damn woman from the gala in silver heels who’s been trailing me like a ghost with no shame. A female stalker. “Christ,” I muttered, tossing the phone on the table. “She’s stalking me.” Logan glanced down at the screen, and burst into laughter. “Holy shit,” he said. “That’s Marcella.” “Who the fuck is Marcella?”

I knew her well enough to know that she would get spooked if I pressed on too hard and if she hated me now, I shudder to think what she would think of me if I pressured her. During her first place, I checked on her through the door and saw her deep in a conversation with a male wolf I didn't recognize. A frown marred my forehead, pissed that someone was already capturing her attention when that was what I was till working on. If looks could kill, I'm sure the boy next to her would have been dead and buried but before I could act on my feelings, I heard Jonah's voice behind me. “You're a professional stalker now?” He was directly behind me and could see that I had been watching her. I rolled

I had to force myself to realize I was too toxic for her, too tainted for her sweet soul, that my love for her would only be her poison and not her salvation which is why I don’t do relationships. Especially now that am as popular as I am! The last thing I need is a scandal that says Golden boy turned stalker plastered in the news! Not that they would be wrong… I do have stalking tendencies when I develop this weird feelings but have tried to keep them down, keep them hidden but it seems Kieran has managed to unearth this filthy desire of mine. If she hadn’t been introduced to me yesterday by my PA I had every intention of going to the security building to get the footage of the game just to

Alongside the terror of the stalker, a dark, insidious seed of doubt had just been planted by my best friend. Was this the shadow? Had Stellan's elite security team decided that visually monitoring me wasn't enough? Had the Dragon of Wall Street commanded his operatives to physically tag me like an animal in the wild, ensuring he knew my exact GPS coordinates every single second of the day? Or worse, had the real stalker bypassed Stellan's impenetrable security net and gotten close enough to touch me? "I need to get to the bottom of this," I said, my voice dropping to a fierce, trembling whisper. I reached out and snatched the blinking device from Maya's palm. The cold metal felt like a bran

I glared at Gideon, pondering why such a handsome stalker had to have a charming name. The officer persisted, "Why would you claim to know her when she doesn't recognize you? Have you been secretly observing her?" Gideon seemed uneasy, and I couldn't help but demand, "Have you been stalking me all this time?" "Sir, I have proof," Gideon declared confidently to the officer. "Alright, let's see it," the officer agreed. Gideon pulled out his phone, displaying a picture to the officer. The officer inspected it, then observed my reaction.

I clung to that illusion like armor. At the subway station, I spotted a man standing by the newsstand, pretending to read. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and when our eyes met for a fraction of a second, I caught the unmistakable glint of gold in his irises. I exhaled slowly. Probably someone from Damian’s ‘pack.’ Whoppee! I had my own personal stalker squad. Cue, eye roll.

“You need to chill, Ayesha. It’s fine now. The gifts and notes stopped weeks ago, which means they probably didn’t mean any real harm in the first place.” She let out a long, dramatic sigh and shook her head like I was some naive little kid. “That’s not how it works, Willow. Stalkers don’t just… stop because you added a better lock. This person, he or she is clearly obsessed with you. Don’t you see how dangerous that is? You watch the same true-crime documentaries I do. This is how it always starts.”

He shook his head, crushing my hopes totally. “No, but a car was here since morning and three men were keeping a watch on you. I overheard a green-eyed guy mention a place called Ion. I was cleaning a trailer nearby, and I didn’t catch the full name. The other two weird guys mentioned Echo Bay before the three separated.” I gaped at the staff, realizing who the males were. They were indeed our stalkers. “Thanks. Did you see anything else?” He shook his head, trying to recall. “No, I got busy cleaning the rest of the trailers and didn’t pay heed to them. Why don’t you lodge an FIR? You can seek Jack’s help.”

‎ ‎"Also about the stalker situation too. I'm under a lot of pressure. I can't sleep without feeling constantly watched." ‎ ‎"Yeah, the stalker situation, any updates further?" Clara asked. ‎ ‎I shook my head. "No, but I have a suspicion. Jonah and I were at a restaurant a few days ago, and I saw Lila there with some guy. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but now I’m wondering if she’s involved." ‎

“Well… you tried to ruin my wedding reception, and now you are here. I’m pretty sure you’re stalking me.” I bark out a sarcastic laugh. “Stalking you? Please. I wouldn’t waste my time. I don’t think you and I know each other well enough for me to be obsessed with you.” I turn, pointing through the glass where Stelux Tower cuts the skyline. “I live on this street.” Her eyes narrow, lips thinning into a blade, as she steps closer. “Ooh… so the rumours are true. You are a gold digger.” Her words sting, and I arch a brow, letting my smirk sharpen. “A gold digger? That’s rich, Vivienne. If I’m one, what does that make you?”