Joe Goldberg Stalking Novels & Stories

"I was only away for two days and you managed to get Avery in the bag. You're even planning your wedding already. If Chad hadn't told me over the phone, did you not plan on telling me anything until after the wedding?" Elliot walked over to his desk, then asked, "Are the Tierneys and Goldsteins close?" "Which Goldstein?" "The Goldsteins from Mount Sierra. After old man Goldstein died, his son, Roger took over." Elliot was still bothered by what happened in Mount Sierra. "If I hadn't bribed one of the staff members there beforehand, I would probably be a pile of dust by now."

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.

"I'm Linda Jones, friend, and owner of this place. I'm so glad Tabitha lives here, and I'm not lonely anymore. Keith shooking Linda's hand and then looked at Linda, and he was mesmerized by her size and how friendly she was. "Tabitha, introduce me to this hot man before I black out. He looks like a movie star! Who is he?" Linda could never hold herself wise when she has something in mind, and she talks to the point. Tabitha created a plausible lie and stammered out something close to the truth. "This... this... uh... my brother-in-law. Yes... My late husband's brother."

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?”

Even when he was still a teenager, Charles was always around. The street is quiet as Gold walks. It's funny how things change. Just last week, he felt like a fugitive, but today, it feels as though he's a bird that's finally been freed. The happiness turns into paranoia in an instance, though. Gold isn't sure if he's just overthinking or he actually felt some camera flashes. Perhaps it's the former possibility. When he looks back, there's nothing. Gold continues sauntering. There it is again! He fights the urge to look back. He should act cool, like he's oblivious to the fact that he's being stalked. Gold will just discreetly call Andrei to pick him up. He seriously doesn't have the energy t

That single statement opened a flood of a dozen questions but I bit my lips slightly, preventing myself from interrupting him now that he was talking. “I wanted to approach you but you fainted, then I asked my bodyguard to keep an eye on you, to make sure you were fine, you left for your friends place and then I was informed you were at the bar so I came there,” My jaw dropped in complete awe, I struggled to find the word to describe him, to express how I had interpreted all he had just said, “What in the fucking name of Joe Goldberg is wrong with you,” Joe Goldberg is the name of an actor in one of my favorite books about a stalker.

"He looked terrible, as if he had done something to scare you off, he even thinks that he's a creepy stalker by coming to our place and befriending your friends and me." Looking at Gemma, I know her thoughts already and I nodded. We both know who the real stalker is. But he didn't know, and I was keeping it that way because I was afraid of what would happen. "Us, me and Brice, we were so good Gemma. I'm feeling stuff for him, and when he started opening up about his fiancee and the scandal with his stalker I just can't." "Stalker scandal?" "Yeah, I told you about it before, but he didn't say much and I tried to find out but there's nothing online about it. His agent must've made it disappear

That’s the same as his life, a simple family wrecking news will blow up the whole country’s mind if it’s about him. That’s how special he is without his knowledge. I just hope that he won’t change after I expose things about him. Why? Because I felt like I’m going to regret this soon. I got this feeling that I’m going to regret stalking him sooner or later. I don’t know how it would be, or how I feel like that but that’s it. I feel it, but it feels like my conscience is just running above my head again, because in every angle, there’s no way I’m going to be happy giving up this freaking mission, this fucking promotion chance just for my conscience.