Kehlani 070 Shake Novels & Stories

Kehlani I tried my best to keep myself still but the shock made my knee tremble. Brent? Seriously. He's working here too? Oh my gosh. “Brent ... .this is Kehlani Cole. Winner of this year's Golden lens from your school. Kehlani, this is Brent Ziegler. I'm pretty sure you know him, right?” She draped her hands over my shoulders. Smiling and I was short of words. I was supposed to find happiness here. Peace of mind and a place to escape all the dangerous realities, now it's bad.

Clearly it was her thank you for the night before. She neared the bar and leaned back and Achilles and Tyrone with ease lifted her to the bar top and the music stopped abruptly before switching back to the original tune which had been playing when she took stage, and Kelis’ voice sang out as Sasha kicked her leg out gripping her calf to her head before flipping in backflips twice down the bar. Make some noise, raise your hand if you's a boss bitch I don't think he understands you's a boss bitch Get some help if you can, 'cause he lost it

‘Praying’ by Kesha Well, you almost had me fooled Told me that I was nothing without you Oh, but after everything you've done I can thank you for how strong I have become 'Cause you brought the flames and you put me through hell I had to learn how to fight for myself And we both know all the truth I could tell I'll just say this is "I wish you farewell" I hope you're somewhere prayin', prayin' I hope your soul is changin', changin' I hope you find your peace Falling on your knees, prayin' I'm proud of who I am No more monsters, I can breathe again And you said that I was done Well, you were wrong and now the best is yet to come

She was leaning over the kitchen counter in a silk crop top, chewing on a pink straw while pouring Bailey’s into her iced coffee like it was 10PM instead of 10AM. “This party is going to be insane,” she said, twirling her straw. “Like..I’m not even exaggerating..Kehlani’s DJ is coming. Kehlani’s. And the bartender? Girl, he makes drinks that glow. Actual neon. Last time I blacked out after three sips. They had to carry me out like a dead body.” I didn’t say a word. She didn’t notice. She was too busy hyping herself up. Pacing now. Pulling open drawers. Sniffing herbs like she was hunting for something stronger.