Joe Goldberg Stalking Novels & Stories

And not to mention that stalker issue that has someone within my borders helping them. I looked over at Harlow and Joe discussing the next plan. “I think we should table the whole finding out the whole who is the stalker thing and focus on getting the Roan situation under control,” Harlow said. Joe nodded. “Do you think that’s wise?” I asked. “If you are in danger, I don’t want to turn our backs on a potential threat.” Joe snorted. “Harlow can take care of herself. If the stalker knew who she was, then they would think twice before going toe to toe with her.”

Cliff continued. Wolf sighed. After hearing what Cliff said, he now understood why Joe seemed so easily guilty. He was not unfamiliar with the term "disturbed mind" when it comes to extreme stalking. Almost all extreme stalkers are mentally disturbed. He had seen some following artists from Wolf. "If it's true that Zoe is now living peacefully as Loria, then I suggest you no longer pursue this case and let the restraining order expire peacefully." Cliff also had the same opinion as Wolf yesterday, who wanted to let the case rest. But once again, he had promised Zoe to handle it.

My sour mood lifted when I saw the caller ID. “Hey Dad, can Liv stay at our penthouse in New York?” Jenna’s voice came first. Though I should have complained she didn’t ask how I was, the mention of Liv erased those thoughts. “Why?” The line went quiet. I knew she was debating whether to tell me. “You can talk to me, Jenna,” I said softly. “Okay Dad, don’t tell Liv I told you this, alright?” she warned. “I promise.” “Someone’s been stalking her, and now he barged into her house. I don’t think it’s safe…” My jaw clenched as I listened.

"Do you stalk people like this all the time?" I started to move away from him. He was following me. I knew he would. The reason he was doing this, I didn't know. If he knew something about my double life, it would be fine if he could say something rather than appear and make me somewhat miserable. "Stalk?" Giovanni snorted. I stopped, peered at him through my lashes, then shook my head. I resumed walking again. "I just find you at the most unconventional place," he said. "My school lot, the graveyard where there are thousands of people, hello?!" I said, somewhat annoyed.

“I don’t know; she got in the car and sped down the street.” I opened my mouth to ask why he didn’t follow her when my phone rang. It was Jillie. I pulled it out and answered it. “Hey, Piccolo-” “Jarren, I think I’ve found the person stalking me.” She stated, cutting me off. “What are you talking about, Piccolo? Where are you?” I asked. “I’m downtown. I think I found him. I…” She took a deep breath. “I think he has Kaileeh.”

His Best Friend said, "Get up and go get her." "Look man..." Jace began to talk but Ade stopped him. "You have got to do the right thing this time." Ade said, "All these stalking shit I ain't doing it for you man." "She wouldn't accept me even if I go after her now." He sighed. "How sure are you?" Ade scoffed, "So what you gonna do? Stalk her for the rest of your life?" Jace didn't answer he just looked away from him unable to accept the reality that he is about to make stupid moves again.

Father placed a box of ring in my palms and asked me if it was beautiful enough and if my mother would like it. After inspecting it with my eyes, I nodded and he bought it. We walked out of the jewelry store and I was super excited for both my parents. They had been seeing each other again and I couldn't wait for them to live together under the same roof again. I was depressed. My stalker wanted it to be the death of me, but I refused. He had been sending disturbing messages and pictures of myself in my underwear or even walking into a supermarket. He was following me every where and I never felt safe anymore.

“I would remember shoveling the driveway in freezing cold. Or lifting the airfryer—it’s heavy. Something’s wrong. Something’s really wrong.” “I said, let’s take it easy,” Sam says, low and measured. He grabs my hand and leads me into the library, steadying me. “Step by step. We write it down. Finish our homework. Baby steps.” “When did this stalking start?” Tessa asks as we settle at a corner table in the back, the library unusually quiet. Dust motes float in the sunlight slanting through tall windows. Sam slams his criminology textbook onto the table and flips open his laptop. “Let’s map it out. Timeline.”

Jared hated working out, but Japheth had to give the impression of an organized man, so I had to do something. I spent ten minutes doing push-ups and sit-ups, a decision I highly regretted by the way. When I was done, I took a quick shower, dressed casually, and left the house. If Aaron were spying on me now, it only meant he must have tried to do some research on me. This was even more dangerous than I imagined. Did I just get my first stalker? I walked steadily, not letting my stalker know that I sensed his presence. The pocket knife in my pocket sat heavily in my pants, reminding me that I was in California not to mess around, but to apprehend a dangerous mafia heir.

She hadn't made Isaiah and Zella suffer enough. Two of her men stood before her and she glared at them. She had told them to never appear before her unless they found something about Isaiah and Zella worth reporting. "Well?" she asked. "What have you found?" "There's a kid," One of them said gruffly. "College student. He has been following Mrs. King for the past few days." Gloria's eyebrows rose. "Following her?" "Yeah. He keeps his distance, but he's definitely stalking her.”