Nayla Jelek Novels & Stories

All I knew was that there was something about her that was memorable enough to keep me up at night thinking about her. I ignored Nyla and flipped through the pages of the magazine. The headline wasn’t leaving any stone unturned. “She is trending?” “Yes,” Nyla said, rolling her eyes. “Everyone is talking about her like she’s the newest talent that just dropped out of heaven. I have gone through her work, and I can tell you there's nothing special. I can only doubt the number of people she had cut corners and warmed their beds just to give herself such fame.” I couldn't rely on her report. It was soiled with jealousy.

She’s always the first in her class, very punctual and need, always participating in class, this made her teachers love her and every student wanted to make her a friend. Nyla is a science student and her best subject happened to be chemistry but she have always wish to be a doctor. It is a school day and Nyla’s driver is out of the gate waiting for her, she’s dressed with a white t-shirt and a blue skirt, well pressed and the lines on it makes every aspect of her beauty appreciative, her well polished black shoes and white socks appears beautiful, her well designed braids makes her outstanding and beautiful. She walks closely to the driver and she gets into the and off she left for school.

Somehow the guy is on the floor, hand to his nose. I blink, did I miss something? She must have hit him somehow during her flip, in a move too fast for me to comprehend. With raised eyebrows I shake my head, fighting the urge to clap, now that is my new role model. “That is Naya, one of our fastest” Pride lights up his words. “That was so cool, whatever it was she did, is she a solider?” where I come from females don’t fight much, I have to say, it’s amazing to see.

“But you… you jumped… from a… hot… air… balloon…” Nyla rolled her eyes before looking at Electra, “I am terrified of heights. And in one of my lives, I was an aeronaut.” Smirking, she looked at the other woman, “At least I wasn’t a prostitute.” “Temple concubine,” Dawn said, trying to sound important but ended up laughing more. Nyla rolled her eyes again but started laughing also. “At least I won’t have that many lives. Gelert didn’t live that long ago,” Electra said.

There was something she needed to say, something she needed to do before she could truly put this nightmare behind her. Henry noticed her hesitation and gently cupped her face in his hands, his eyes filled with concern. “Nina, what is it? What’s wrong?” Nina took a deep breath, preparing herself for what she was about to say. “I need to talk to Kelly,” she said, her voice firm despite the tears still in her eyes. “I need to…thank her.” Henry looked surprised but didn’t argue. He nodded, understanding that this was something Nina needed to do. “Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll come with you.”

Jaime didn’t smile once. She spotted them near the far end of the terrace. Kayla had already claimed a cushioned corner booth, her curls bouncing as she waved a half-empty margarita glass toward the server. Nayla stood beside her, dressed in a sleek black halter and wide-leg pants, all soft confidence and something just shy of effortless grace. Of course she looked perfect. “Hey!” Kayla called, raising her glass. “Took you long enough. We were about to send a search party. And by ‘search party,’ I mean me with snacks and limited cardio.”

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

As she turned to leave, I called after her. “Hi! I didn’t get your name,” I asked, trying to play nice. “Jenna…my name is Jenna,” she responded, offering a quick nod. I nodded back, trying to appear friendly, though my gut twisted. “It’s nice to meet you, Jenna. I am Nayla,” I introduced myself, forcing a smile. Her response was immediate. “I already know that, Nayla,” she replied, her tone flat. I felt a jolt of embarrassment wash over me. She was so hard to manipulate.

"Scarlett." ******