Nayla Jelek Novels & Stories

It was painful to see him doing that when he never did it before, he even loved to teased me before while poking my head, he sometimes fell asleep and leaning his head to my shoulder. I swallowed the anguish that circulating within me, but then it has just gotten worst, even more, when I saw him texting someone, and it was Naila Mendoza, her name means "Succesful" which was true. Naila was a successful model, pretty and rich, lots of girls envy her a lot. She has blonde long hair, she was just too thin yet too sexy, it fits her tall height.

“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.”

But seeing Nayla now—relaxed, laughing, trusting—made her decision crystal clear. Let her show who she really is. “So,” Kayla said, sipping her drink, “are we doing girl talk tonight or full-blown life spirals?” Nayla gave a soft laugh and ran her fingers around the rim of her glass. “Maybe both.” Kayla leaned in dramatically. “Ooh. Secrets.” Jaime raised a brow. “What kind of secrets?” Nayla hesitated. Then looked at Jaime. “This might be… weird to say. Especially to you.”

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.

“Oh.” Eason turned round eyes to Nyla. “I’ve had excessive training on obstacle courses. I find them quite easy. But it’s been quite some time since I’ve practiced. Who knows how long it’ll take me,” lied Nyla. She walked over and stood before the peg wall, grabbing a peg in each hand. All she had to do was pull herself up the wall by placing a peg in one of the many holes going up, again and again, until she reached the top.

I was about leaving the kitchen when Aaliyah appeared. “There you are; I have been looking for you.” She said The expression on Nahlela’s face changed and she said “I Know you” Aaliyah tried playing dumb and said “Are you sure? Because I have never seen you before” “Don’t play dumb. You studied law in the University of Bamenda. You graduated in 2016 and you were the class coordinator for your batch. You had this long soft hair and one day, I asked you for hair tips, you gave me a list of gross things to put in my hair. My sister Kadmia was in your class and when she couldn’t make it to school, I always came to you for lecture notes so yes, you have seen me before and yes, you know me.”

Whatever Gerald would do for both of them. *** “Nayla, come on dear, we are leaving now,” called Gerald from the living room which was on the ground floor. “Yes, Dad, I came down,” Nayla came out of her room wearing a silver evening dress, she looked very beautiful, the dress she wore was simple, not too glamorous, but enough to make her look elegant. “Come on, Dad,” said Nayla with a smile. “Daddy’s daughter is very beautiful,” Gerald praised his eldest daughter.

Mabilis akong sumakay sa kotse at nagdrive palabas sa bahay. Pagdating ko sa HQ ay mabilis akong sumakay sa elevator pataas. Nang makarating sa kwarto ay sinimulan ko agad ang pag-scan sa mga background ng mga kapwa ko agent. Bandang alas dose na ng gabi ng umabot ako sa files ni Nayla. Name: Nayla Facultad Sandoval Age: 28 years old Born: March 19, 1994 Birthplace: Saint Petersburg, Russia