Novels by Fahrel Davin kaloko

The moment she saw his face—everything stopped.Her breath.Her thoughts.Her world.Because the last person she expected to be the one watching her…was someone she trusted.The corridor felt colder than before, even though the lights had come back on. The space where the figure had stood moments ago now felt empty—too empty.Fang Jia’s fingers trembled.“It can’t be…”Her voice barely came out.But deep down—she already knew.He Yichen didn’t speak immediately.His eyes remained fixed on the end of the corridor, as if expecting the figure to reappear.But nothing moved.Nothing returned.“They’re gone,” one of the guards said.Yichen’s jaw tightened.“I know.”His voice was calm.Controlled.But the tension was obvious.Fang Jia shook her head slowly.“No… I saw them.”Her chest tightened.“It was real.”Yichen turned to her.“I believe you.”That should have helped.But it didn’t.Because believing it made everything worse.“They were right here…” she whispered.“And then just—g

The mansion was locked down.No one in.No one out.Every exit sealed.Every corridor watched.But the feeling of being watched—didn’t disappear.It only grew stronger.Fang Jia stood beside He Yichen in the hallway, her fingers unconsciously gripping the fabric of his sleeve.She didn’t let go this time.Not after what just happened.Not after she heard that voice.“They’re still here,” she said quietly.Not a question.A certainty.Yichen didn’t deny it.His gaze moved slowly across the corridor, calculating every possible route, every blind spot.“They won’t get far.”His tone was calm.Too calm.As if this was no longer a threat—but a problem he was about to solve.Behind them, security moved quickly.Footsteps.Commands.Doors opening.Rooms being checked.But something felt off.Too slow.Too reactive.Like they were always one step behind.Yichen’s phone vibrated.Another message.He didn’t hesitate.He opened it immediately.A single line.“Still can’t find me?”Fang Jia’s b

If she turned around—she might not survive.Fang Jia felt it before she understood it.The air behind her shifted.A presence.Too close.Too real.Her breath stopped.Every instinct screamed at her to run—but her body froze.Because deep down—she already knew.Someone was standing right behind her.Darkness swallowed the room.For a second—everything went silent.Then Fang Jia heard it.A breath.Right behind her.Not hers.Her body froze instantly, every muscle locking in place. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it might give her away.“Don’t move.”The voice was low.Close.Too close.Cold air brushed against the back of her neck.Fang Jia couldn’t breathe.Her mind screamed at her to run—but her body refused to listen.“Who are you…” her voice came out barely a whisper.A soft chuckle answered her.“You already know.”Her fingers curled tightly at her sides.No.She didn’t want to know.Didn’t want to believe it.The lights flickered.Once.Twice.Then—they came back on.

She wasn’t alone.Fang Jia knew it before she even turned around.There was no sound.No movement.But the air had changed.Someone was behind her.Watching.Waiting.The feeling crawled up her spine, slow and suffocating, until her breath caught in her throat.And then—darkness swallowed everything.The mansion no longer felt safe.Not after the camera.Not after the message.Not after the truth had been dragged into the light.Upstairs, Fang Jia stood near the window, watching the rain blur everything outside into shadows. The glass reflected her face back at her—pale.tired.unsteady.Her hand rested protectively over her stomach.She tried to breathe slowly.Tried to calm the storm inside her.But it didn’t work.Someone had been watching her.Inside her room.Inside the place she thought was safest.A soft knock broke through her thoughts.“Miss Fang Jia, we’ve prepared another room for you.”A different maid.A different voice.Fang Jia hesitated.Another room.Another space.

The message didn’t disappear.It stayed on the screen.Cold. Silent. Threatening.He Yichen stared at it without blinking.The photo.Fang Jia, sitting by the bed, unaware she was being watched.Taken from an angle that shouldn’t exist.Inside the mansion.Inside his control.His grip on the phone tightened.Someone had crossed a line.Not just once.But again.And this time—they were no longer hiding.“You should have chosen me.”The words replayed in his mind.Not desperate.Not emotional.Calculated.Deliberate.A challenge.Yichen lifted his head slowly.“Lock down the internal cameras,” he said.His assistant froze for half a second. “Sir?”“Now.”The tone left no room for hesitation.Within minutes, the mansion’s security system shifted. Access restricted. Feeds monitored. Blind spots reduced.But Yichen already knew—this wasn’t coming from outside.It was inside.Closer than anyone thought.Upstairs, Fang Jia sat quietly on the bed after the doctor left.The room felt differe

The silence after chaos felt heavier than the chaos itself.Fragments of glass still glittered across the floor, catching the chandelier light like scattered warnings. No one dared move.No one dared speak.At the center of it all, Li Lan’er stood frozen.But inside—something was cracking.Her chest rose and fell too quickly. Her fingers trembled, though she kept them hidden at her sides. The whispers around her grew louder, sharper, cutting into her like invisible blades.“She pushed her…”“I saw the video…”“She almost killed her…”Her jaw tightened.This wasn’t supposed to happen.Not like this.Her gaze snapped toward He Yichen.He stood there, calm. Cold. Untouched by the storm he had just created.That look—like he had already decided her fate.Something inside her twisted.“You think this proves anything?” Lan’er’s voice came out steady, but there was a crack beneath it.Yichen didn’t answer.That silence felt worse than any accusation.Lan’er took a step forward.“I said it