Joe Goldberg Stalking Novels & Stories

Unable to contain her excitement, Genevieve’s mind was messed up, but she managed to say, “I will go shower now. Don't want to be late for my big opportunity!” “I will take you there.” Noah offered, standing up. Just then, Rhodes appeared in the doorway, and when Noah saw the worried look on his face, he mumbled, “Excuse me.” Then he walked over to Rhodes, and the two headed further into the hallway. After they stopped, Noah asked him, “What is it?” “Whoever is tailing you was not hired by your parents. Everyone at the penthouse that I spoke to doesn't know about Mr. and Mrs. Stark's hiring someone to follow you.” Rhodes said, pausing when he saw Genevieve approaching them.

“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.”

“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?”

I burst out laughing and was glad that I had just swallowed the food in my mouth or it would have looked pretty ridiculous! “Why would I tell you anything?” I hissed. I had enough of this ridiculous game. That was why I didn’t specialize in intelligence! I didn’t have the patience for it! “You kidnapped me. Admitted that you have been stealing information from my home, and what? All so you could do what? Kill my family?! My people!” I was up on my feet by now, screaming at the top of my lungs. My eyes darted back and forth to look for any possible exits. He might be strong, but I knew I could be faster if I just knew which way to go!

I want her to realize she isn't in a Manhattan design studio anymore. "Your employer is an international smuggler who was using your clean name to launder blood gems," I cut her off, my baritone dropping low enough to slice through the engine rattle. "If I hadn't cracked his jaw tonight, you’d be sitting in a Belgian federal prison by morning. Or worse, floating in the Scheldt river with a zip-tie around your throat." "And you're any better?" she chokes out, a bitter, frantic laugh ripping from her throat. "You've been stalking me since Manhattan! You sent me messages... you told me not to bite my pillow... you know things about me that you shouldn't!"

"Maybe she doesn't want to like you anymore? Why can't you leave her alone, you bully?" It was true. I was slowly going back to my old self. The possessive asshole Aaron who always got his way. But I didn't care at this point. I felt a strong desire toward my silly little stalker girl. It was as if we were switching roles. I was the one who was stalking her now. Oh, how the table has turned.

"I’ve been at every one of Joaquim’s openings for three years. I’ve put in the work. Some stray isn't going to walk in here and take what’s mine." "And what exactly is yours?" "Rowan Ashcroft." I couldn't help it. I giggled. "Really? You’ve 'worked hard' for him?" I thought about how I’d basically walked up and offered the man a business deal. "I’ve put in the time! I know his schedule, I know his scent, I follow every move the Ashcrofts make on the secure channels. I knew he was in the city tonight and I—" "Stop right there," I said, holding up a hand. "Are you telling me you're a stalker?"

A part of me wanted to believe he was dead, but I knew better than to do that. The last time I made an assumption like that, Nathan died. Everything was in place already. Gianna and I agreed to resume classes after three days. I made sure to add cameras everywhere around the house—cameras only I controlled. The company told me no one else would be able to access it aside from Gianna and I. “You know, your stalker gives off the vibe of Zade Meadows from 'Hunting Adeline.'” She closed the book she was reading, the name read 'Silk Luv.'

"I have been calling you,” "I know " Lillian said, already standing up. "What is wrong?" There was a breath on the other end of the phone. "Some guy has been following me. They've been stalking me for some time now," Jessie said. “What do you mean?” "I noticed it two days ago " Jessie said. "There was a car outside my building. The same guy was at the coffee shop and someone was outside the gym. I thought maybe I was just imagining it. I kept telling myself I was being paranoid. This morning -"