All Chapters of FATED TO HIS DARKNESS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AMARA’S POV The first time I realised I was being watched, the shadows moved before I did.I used to believe that peace came from control over my time, my choices, and my heart. At twenty-five, I had built a life that looked perfect from the outside: a steady job at a top firm, a quiet apartment in a city that never truly slept.Lately, that control had begun to slip.It started as a feeling of unease. A strange awareness whenever I slipped my keys into the door, as though someone stood just out of sight. Once, I caught my reflection in a glass window and thought I saw a figure behind me.When I turned, there was no one there.I blamed stress. Long hours. Too much caffeine. I told myself I was imagining things.That night, after staying late at work, the streets were half-empty and slick with rain. A street lamp flickered overhead as I walked faster, clutching my bag close, ears straining for the slightest sound.Then I felt it.Someone was watching me.I froze and slowly turned.Acr

AMARA'S POVI woke up Friday morning, trying to pretend yesterday never happened. No glowing eyes, no strange man watching me from across the street. No cold, heavy ripple in the air like danger was breathing down my neck.It had all been… stress. That’s what I kept telling myself. Work was a blur, I forced smiles, answered emails, and laughed at things I didn’t really find funny. But my stomach kept twisting, and every shadow in the office made me jump.By the end of the day, I knew my friends had noticed. Talia, Mira, and Jade always notice everything. “Amara, you look like a zombie,” Talia texted me first, and I rolled my eyes before answering.By six, we were on FaceTime, each of us grinning and fussing like it was normal. “Okay, what are you wearing tonight?” Mira asked. “We can’t let you show up like a dead fish.” “I don’t even feel like myself,” I admitted. “Exactly why we’re saving you,” Jade said. “Tonight is a fun night. Tomorrow, existential dread. Deal?”“Deal,” I laughed

AMARA’S POVDays passed, nothing strange, no shadows shifting behind me, no footsteps echoing too close, no cold prickle at the back of my neck.Everything went back to how it was before I felt I was being watched. Or at least… that’s what I told myself. And then the letter burned in my hands, edges crisp with my anger.Fear didn’t crawl this time; it struck hard, turning into fire that swallowed every breath I took. This wasn’t the quiet fear from before. This was the kind that took action.I grabbed my phone, my fingers trembling but my resolve was solid.“I want to report harassment,” I told the operator. “Someone’s been following me. Sending letters. Messages. I think he’s been inside my building.”Her voice stayed calm, professional and distant.“Ma’am, unless there’s a direct threat or physical harm, there isn’t much we can do at this point.”I hung up before the frustration in my throat turned into tears. A threat? What did they think this was? Someone slipping letters under my

AMARA’S POVAfter work, I dragged myself into my car, completely exhausted. I started the engine and let out a small breath of relief, just a short drive home, I told myself. Then I could rest. A few minutes into the drive, the engine coughed once. Then again.And then it died completely. I tried starting it again, but nothing. The headlights flickered weakly and then dimmed until the whole road ahead disappeared into darkness. I looked around. Tall trees surrounded both sides of the road. The forest felt darker than usual, too still, too cold. As I stepped out, a strange feeling crawled up my spine. The hairs on my arms stood up. I kept glancing over my shoulder even though I couldn’t explain why. I tried to breathe normally, but each breath felt tight. Something wasn’t right. I could feel it deep inside my chest.My steps slowed as I walked deeper along the path. The last bit of sky behind the tall branches faded, leaving everything dim. I kept telling myself I just needed to reach

AMARA’S POVMorning came with the smell of burnt toast and Mira singing loudly in the kitchen, trying too hard to make me feel normal again. I sat at the table, poking at my food, pretending the ache in my body didn’t bother me.My phone buzzed. Work. My heart dropped. I haven’t reached out to them since the accident. With everything that happened, I totally forgot I have a job. Everyone around town heard about the attack. I answered, hoping for anything but bad news, instead. I got two minutes of old corporate words. “We’re downsizing.” “Your role has been terminated.”“You can come for your belongings.” Just like that, I lost my job. When the call ended, the silence felt heavier than the pain in my ribs. Mira touched my shoulder. “Amara… I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “It’s not just about the job. It’s everything. Something is after me or watching me and no one believes me. “Mira that animal that attacked me… “I swallowed. They said it was probably a wild dog. But I know what I f