Somebody's Watching Me Meaning Novels & Stories

Like something had been watching me… Or marking me.

"The people are watching." What people? My phone pinged, and I went to fetch it from my bag, only to see a message from an anonymous number. "You are being watched. You know what to do." Below it was a picture that made the hair on my neck stand. It was a picture of me at the gala.

I had always had to deal with things on my own, scorn, rejections, derogatory remarks, hatred, all of it. “There's no need for thanks between us baby girl, You're mine.” He said with certainty. Hope lit up in my heart. My mate won't abandon me, he doesn't hate me. “I think someone is watching me.” I told him “People are always watching love, after all you came back with their Alpha.” “Not like that. Someone is spying on me, I've been feeling eyes on me, it creeps me out” I shuddered remembering the familiar feeling of goosebumps every time I felt the eyes

Another part of me felt like I was bargaining away something I already knew I couldn't afford to lose. From the corner of my eye I noticed a figure by the gate, a man leaning against the SUV like sculpted shadow. He didn't move. He didn't look at me like a stranger or like a creepy shadow, he just watched, the way someone watches a scene already set, ready to step in if the actors falter. My stomach flipped at the idea of being watched all the time. At the same time, a strange, stubborn part of me, annoyingly grateful, felt relieved at the sight of him. He must be safeguarding someone else as well.

I watched myself on those clips moving, breathing, unaware that eyes were on me. It made my skin crawl and filled me with unimaginable rage. The feeling of being watched doesn’t fade easily. It sits under your skin like an itch you can’t reach. Even now, when I move through the house, I feel eyes on me behind the walls, beyond the lights, maybe even inside the dark corners where the cameras can’t see. Every sound makes me turn my head. Every shadow feels like a shape. And the worst part? The person sending these things sounds almost fond. As if they know me. As if they’re close.

Not at first. Then he did. Turning slightly to look at me. “You don’t understand the situation you’re in,” he said. “And you do?” “Yes.” That confidence It was irritating. And convincing at the same time. “Then explain it,” I said. He studied me for a moment, like he was deciding how much to say. Then he stepped closer. “You’re being watched,” he said. “I already know that.” “Not just by me.” My chest tightened slightly. “What does that mean?”

Rain’s legs were trembling as well. “What’s wrong? Tell me. I’ll help you out.” The rain held onto Bella’s hands tightly. Then heaved a deep sigh, trying to take slow breaths. “The thing is…I feel as if someone’s constantly watching me. I feel their gaze on me.” “ I don’t know who it is though. I just have a feel.” “Watching you? Who would be watching on you and why? For what reason?”. It sounded silly to Bella. “Is there any reason for you to keep watch on you? In the first place,” Bella moved away from her and searched all around the place to see whether anyone was present or not. And from what she saw, no one was present. So she went back to her friend.

But, that was when I felt someone watching me. A killing intent! My body froze as I held my breath and opened my mouth. "WHO'S THERE!?"

On top of that, I can’t get rid of the feeling that someone’s watching us. The feeling isn’t as intense as it was when I talked to Laz and at the small lake, but it’s still there. As if this time, it’s not someone alive who’s watching us, but rather an entity of a sort. “Hey, hate to burst the bubble, but I swear, someone’s watching us. I can’t shake off the feeling; it’s becoming a little creepy,” I whisper and lean forward as if to ensure no one other than Fenton will hear me.

The words written on the paper send a chill down my spine: We’re watching. I stand there, frozen with my heart beating fast. I look around to see if there’s anyone there but there’s no one. Who’s watching? How much do they know?