Novel & Cerita Watching You Lisa Jewell

“Well, I'll leave you two to enjoy your evening. I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing.” Lisa thanks her again, and Elsie gives them a little wave as she leaves the sitting room. Lisa and Herzl turn their attention back to the show they're watching. It's a classic story, one that they have watched quite a number of times before, but they never get tired of it. As they watch, she pauses occasionally to ask Herzl questions about the story in the show. He always has such insightful answers, showing that he's really paying attention and absorbing the story. After a while, Herzl yawns and snuggles a little closer to his mother.

University. Family gatherings. Even recent pictures taken only days earlier. She whispers, “Someone has been watching me…” Elias replies quietly, “Not someone.” He points upward. “Them.” Lily slowly looks toward the ceiling. Dozens of tiny surveillance cameras stare back at her. The chapter ends as Adrian and Elaine arrive outside the warehouse just in time to hear Lily scream from inside.

Hair messy, ass stinging, thighs still dripping, mind completely scrambled. He stood over me, watching my consciousness slowly fade. “I hope to see you again, Lisa.” Fuck you.

*Next Collection* **Story Synopsis** Nineteen-year-old Lisa discovers her married neighbor’s hungry eyes on her through the open bedroom window each sweltering summer night. Instead of hiding, she lets the forbidden thrill pull her deeper into a silent, shadowy game of temptation. What begins as distant stares slowly spirals into something far more dangerous—until one night the line between watching and touching finally breaks ***** Lisa's Pov ... I’d just gotten home from a late shift at the campus coffee shop, my tank top clinging to my sweaty skin and my tiny denim shorts riding up my ass like a second skin.

That was not what caught my attention. I stood up slowly letting go of my fathers hand as my eyes moved down the machines that were checking his vitals. There was a shiny black disc stuck to the side of the main machine it was no larger than a coin. There was a red light blinking on it every three seconds. It was a high-definition camera. I felt like I had been punched in the chest it took my breath away. Julian was not just tracking the Maybach. He was not just relying on Sarah to tell him what was happening. He was there in that room watching us on his screens.

Lisa : choose anyone not her. Zayn : calm down, what. Happened to you? I don't see you like this before why you behaving like this lately. Lisa : no I'm just feeling bad. Zayn : don't worry I'll watch her . Lisa : no you don't... I'll watch her. You have so many works so you don't need to watch her. Zayn : okay up to you. I have some meetings outside. Take care. Then Zayn left his company Lisa went to see Sara again.

This is something else entirely. This is just watching. Ellie drops into her seat with the satisfied air of someone who has pulled off a minor heist. "Better than the broadcast. So much better." Lisa's quiet for a moment longer than the others. She'd spent three years watching Tyler from a screen, alone in her apartment with the volume up. She still hasn't told Tyler she's here tonight. But here she is anyway, she thinks. On her own terms. The overhead lights surge on all at once—full stadium brightness, no warning—and the crowd erupts.

“Because life doesn’t work like that, Amelia. You know that as well as anyone.” “Yeah, well, I’m tired of it,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “I just want this to be over. I want Gabby to have her son back, I want Frank out of our lives, and I want some semblance of peace for once.” Lisa didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know, for someone who’s been through as much as you have, you’re still holding up pretty well.”

Lisa chuckled softly while a smile played on her lips. As the conversation lulled, Kiara turned on the television and began to flip through the channels. Lisa excused herself and turned to leave but paused when she heard Kiara's sudden gasp. She spun around to see Kiara staring at the TV screen, her face pale. "Kiara, what's wrong?" Lisa asked, kneeling beside her. Kiara pointed mutely at the screen as her eyes filled with horror. As Lisa's gaze fell upon Blake's image on the television, a solitary tear slipped down her cheek.

"Found one" Another voice echoed from across the room. "There's more!" Joseph's gaze flicked to Lisa, sharp and unyielding. His voice was low, dangerous. "You've been watched, Lisa. For a long time". Lisa's knees weakened, her stomach twisting as the reality sank in. Cameras. Hidden. Everywhere. And if they were here – who else had seen her every move?