Joe Goldberg Stalking Novels & Stories

Of course, I'm not accusing her of anything, but …" Neil paused for a while. "Jane's bodyguards realized that she had been stalking Jane for the past few days. No one knew what she was trying to do. Do you know about this?" Yvonne was silent. So Jane had truly found out that Jade was stalking her. Neil didn't want to offend Yvonne, but he also wanted to stand up for Jane. When he saw Yvonne saying nothing, he was secretly delighted. He quickly added, "I knew you wouldn't know about this. That girl sure is brazen. How dare she—"

Joey shook his head as he tried to find the words. The knife pressed harder against my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. "Okay, maybe I have a crush on the woman, and maybe I stalked her for a few months. What does it matter?" I asked, and Joey moved the knife away from my neck. "The boss made it clear that she was off limits." "So, a stalker, getaway driver, and kidnapper, huh? What else do you do, Jason boy?" Joey laughed and closed the pocket knife before shoving it into his jacket pocket.

After the kid leaves, Joe—one of my colleagues—leans in the doorway. “You know that kid’s trouble, right?” Joe says, arms folded. “Gen Zers love rap artists with issues.” “This one’s got psycho issues. Last year, his ex accused him of being a stalker. Said he hid cameras in her bedroom.” My head jerks up. “Cameras?”

I shook my thoughts away. “I am sorry, but I have been watching you for a while.” He starts. I stiffen. Was I going to meet my very own version of Joe Goldberg? I think I should pretend to be mentally unstable so that he gives up on me. “It’s not what you think. I am not a creepy stalker.” He quickly adds, catching on to what was going on in my head. I wanted to correct the creepy to a hot stalker. Get your bearings, Celeste.

I no longer believed in coincidences. Or did I ever believe in them? Nick: “Define stalking.” Me: “Leave me alone.” Nick: “I heard you moved. Can’t be easy for you.” I almost dropped the phone. I was joking about the stalking. But now? Now I was seriously concerned. Me: “How do you know that?” Nick: “I’m a stalker.” A&&hole. Me: “Tell me the truth.” Nick: “I’m the alpha king.”

I say as I place him back on the ground and hold both his and Cindy’s hands as we walk to the parking lot. A few months ago, I had a stalking incident—an ex... well, even that term is too generous. He was simply one of the many who found their pleasure in pegging and hated that it made them feel 'gay'. Since they couldn't find any other women interested in the same, I became ‘it’ for them. Seeing me with Reimund upset them to the degree that they started vandalising the store and finally sending me pictures of myself, and then there was the cum covered groceries delivered to my doorstep.

Then I asked the question that twisted my stomach. “Where’s Gold? She… she was with me. Did she go home?” Jake’s jaw went rigid. His fist tightened like he was gonna throw a punch. Zoe flinched, adjusting her sitting position. “Chloe,” Jake said carefully, “Gold wasn’t what she pretended to be. She was working with the person attacking us.”

"Since you came back to Queens Enterprises. Since that first board meeting where you refused to back down and decide you want to move forward. From the very beginning, after our first night I have been watching you." My mind reels, trying to process this. Harvey. It was Harvey all along. The mystery stalker I've been fantasizing about in the dark of night. The faceless man whose notes made me wet instead of scared. The obsessive presence I felt watching me, following me, and knowing things he shouldn't know. It was Harvey Smith. Cold, controlled Harvey who looks at me in meetings like I'm a problem to be solved. Harvey who's been watching me undress through my apartment windows.

‎ ‎"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." ‎

Not only would I not have exposed him in public in the past, but I would even have been grateful to him for ‘testing’ my gold digger girlfriends for me. Seeing that his friends were starting to doubt him, Jack flew into a rage. He took the watch off and slammed it to the ground, stomping on it while yelling, "This is my watch! What right do you have to slander me? I'll smash it to pieces, and you can’t say anything about it!" Everyone held their breath. No one dared to speak. The limited-edition watch worth millions of dollars was trampled to pieces. I clicked my tongue a few times before mocking with a half-smile, "You must have felt good stomping on it. Have you thought about how you're go