Joe Goldberg Stalking Novels & Stories

I said and I could hear him breathe more easily. “Where are you?” he asked me. “Centralia,” I said. “You're still there?” He sounded shocked that I was basically still in Epworth. “Bike was empty. What happened? Why am I extracting?” I asked him. “John Gold thinks you killed Robert and made it look like a suicide. He’s claiming breach of contract and he wants Jericho’s head on a platter. He’s put you up for two million on the open market,” Jack said.

Zayden noticed that I wasn't paying attention to him anymore, and he turned his head to follow my gaze. The man instantly looked away, but it was too late. Zayden had seen him. "Do you know that man?" my mate asked softly. I tore my gaze away and turned back to Zayden. "No. No I don't. But I think he's a stalker." Very quietly, I told him about how I had noticed him staring at us back at the courthouse. "I didn't want to say anything because I wasn't sure if I was overthinking it or not, but I think it's safe to say that he is actually a stalker. He followed us here. And I have no idea who the fuck he is."

Jack growled, “Stop being cute and try being a business partner. I’m out at the swamp cabin. I’ve got a woman with a stalker. I need you to do some research.” Morgan breathed a sigh of relief. “No shit. A woman with a stalker?” said the man Jack had identified as Deke. “When did she become a client?” “Yesterday, when he took a shot at her in broad daylight in a crowd. I was sitting less than two feet from her.” “Holy… What info do you have?”

They look alarmed by my abrupt decision so I swing the camera to their faces and pout. “Look guys… we're supposed to be happy starting at this new school but… there's this guy that keeps stalking me, so we might have to enroll in another school…” Another pout, another hair flick. JoshGymWater: Who's the asshole that's bothering Jo, tell us and we'll take care of him. Mimipoutylips: Tell us, Jo we'll deal with him. Hotbodjim: Is he a senior or a creeper, send us a pic...

It was only his voice that was off-putting. "You portrayed the ideal male, yet there is no such thing as a flawless male. I would hazard a guess and say that he is a psychopath. To paraphrase, "Don't, Kerry. It was just like fucking Joe Goldberg: he won me over, became obsessed and stalked me, and suddenly BAM! I was dead, bludgeoned to death by a farm device. Be cautious, Darcy, since "it happens."

I couldn't help but wonder if Jake was somehow involved, lurking in the shadows. Lowell shook his head vigorously, his eyes filled with sincerity. "No, no, no, Gabriel. I'm not stalking you, I promise," he replied urgently, his voice laced with genuine reassurance. He could sense the unease that gripped me and sought to address it promptly. My grip tightened on Lowell's collar, fear still lingering in my heart. "Is Jake with you?" I asked, my voice strained with anxiety. The idea of encountering another familiar face, especially under such circumstances, filled me with dread.

Joe instructed. "Yes, Sir. You can count on me." *** Joe stepped out of his office dressed in a plain T-shirt and a standard cap, looking like a common janitor. Nothing about his appearance suggested he was the owner of an empire with trillions in assets. Today, however, he wasn't heading to the hospital; he was tailing someone. He had accidentally seen Barbara’s social media status—a photo of her with another man. Fueled by jealousy, Joe decided to stalk her. He had even tapped her phone without her knowledge, tracking her every move.

Stacy laughed as she exclaimed I have to earn as much money as I can in the next year so we can ride to school in style. Stacy and Sandra arrived at school and parted ways as they went to their classes. Stacy walked into her home room class oblivious to the fact that in the shadows watching her walk to school was a lone figure with an old grey hoodie that had seen better days. He had listened to the young girls talk about the babysitter stalker and thought to himself just how wrong young Stacy was. He had laid low for awhile since the last time, but it would seem that is was time for another appearance.

The beat reached its peak, and Gabbie approached to scream in my ears. "So why the hell do you keep looking at that damn bar so much?” "Because it's from there that the drinks come out, and I would like to know the origin of everything I'm ingesting," I lied shamelessly, shrugging once again. Gabbie watched me with narrow and malicious eyes. "It's okay, Gabbie. Maybe I'll be here to see you. So what?” "So this is the job of a stalker," Gabbie said, gesturing with her hands. "You're a celebrity, Jessy. You are the persecuted of the situation.”

*** When the people left the scene, the people under him were shocked and started gossiping. “What crime did Mr. Goldman commit? Attempting to murder Elder Rockefeller? Who is this Elder Rockefeller?” “Don’t you inquire about who the person is. You’re not a member of the Divine Constabulary. How could you know him? But, seeing the ruckus of the Divine Constabulary this time, they’re really taking serious action. I’m afraid Mr. Goldman will have to suffer the unbearable consequences this time.” “So, he really committed a crime. Can he still come back?”