Novels by Ela Mai

Kehlani played with the sponge in the soapy water, twirling it around in the water. Today was exhausting, from the loads of work at school and not to talk about ditching what she should be entirely focused on now, the romance novel. She hasn’t made any more attempt after that day she submitted trial two and got the same remark, but Trinity was benefiting from it, sold both failed romance novel to some guys in her department, who apparently needed it for…she couldn’t remember because she never really paid attention to the details when Trinity was told her about it, it was certainly the least of her concerns now. These past two days for her had been with little sleep, and it’s all thanks to the guilt she was dealing with over what she did to blue eyes. Normally she always had all her emotions intact, but not this time it seems the guilt was eating her up, messing with her head. And yesterday she had passed that same path twice hoping she would run into him and apologize for being rude

Kehlani eyed Hardin’s back view cautiously as they made their way home, well just the two of them because Trinity had errands to run at the supermarket so she left school early, but not before putting Hardin at her tail to guide her. Who needed guidance? She already said no if not because she had seen the disappointed look on Hardin’s face, that it mattered she knew more than to get emotionally swayed by someone but then she still had to make it up to him. Hardin was nice, persistent but the one thing she appreciates was that he knew just when to fuck off. He didn’t ask, hasn’t since that night. She knew Trinity had something to do with it, but it didn’t stop Hardin, he wouldn’t do it with his mouth but with his eyes yes, looking at her like she was obliged to reveal all to him. He might have managed to keep his mouth shut but he was still doing a terrible job with his eyes. “Hey Kehlani” A voice snapped her out of her thoughts, hitting her leg on a huge rock on the ground before

Kehlani sucked in a deep breath, as she stepped out of her cooped up house, looking around cautiously and immediately her eyes met with neighbors from the house next door they gave her that knowing look before giving her a forced smile then continued their jogging. She knew she was the hot topic. She mostly was. They all knew and they didn’t try to hide too, always giving her looks, turning their head to whisper and then the pity, the sickening sympathy. She tore her gaze from them and began down the lane. It was a little early leave for school but she needed the escape, especially before her father woke up. She glanced up and watched Trinity run down the lane to her, she increased her pace. Trinity offered her a small smile between pant, not trying to hide that she was scanning her body. Trinity's eyes stopped on her face, her right cheek to be precise. She had applied some make up at that spot but it seemed she did a terrible job. She opened her mouth to say something, what exac

Kehlani paused, looking up from her plate. Both her parents' attentions were now on her, studying her intensely though her mother looked super chilled about the situation she couldn’t say the same about her father though. “A friend” She answered her mother’s question with a shrug hoping they’d drop the topic.Her father snorted, eyeing her with disgust. “Yeah of course following your mothers footsteps” Kehlani watched her mother’s hazel eyes darkened, looking ready to lash out. Her mum was American, and like Trinity her mum was perfect American standards, then she had married her dad, Henry and moved to Colombia with him, where they had both made her and raised her. Her mum was skinny but a little busty and certainly taller than an average Colombian. And her mother loved to flaunt the body God blessed her with, which hadn’t gone well with her father one bit.“What are you going to deny? Very soon she’d start going around with those tiny skirts begging to be fucked.” Kehlani clenche

Trinity chuckled watching Kehlani toss another squeezed paper into the trash can, a frown marred her very beautiful features. It was kind of funny watching ‘Cambridge Legend’ fumble over something so easy. She had met Kehlani at a workers retreat years ago, though they hadn’t been workers. She had been there to interview some distinguished guests present that day, while Kehlani was in charge of doing a review of the retreat. She and Kehlani hadn’t immediately clicked, especially with Kehlani calling her a ‘Color accident’ and sincerely Kehlani was intimidating. Kehlani was perfection, always calm, collected and everything under her was nothing less than perfect and then she suspected Kehlani of being a ‘Witch’, she was just so creepy. And then Kehlani won the writing and creativity competition the school organizes, three times in a row. Her interest in Miss Perfect increased. Everyone adored her, boys literally bowed at her feet and the lecturers all adored and respected her. She so

Kehlani stepped into the house quietly, shutting the door behind her as she stepped in fully. She was immediately welcomed by an unwelcoming, oddly quiet place. She wasn’t surprised though, neither was she disappointed. She got used to this when she was thirteen and she pulled off the ‘everything is fine’ blindfold from her eyes. The place was a mess, reeked of alcohol, clothes scattered everywhere and she scrunched her face when she noticed her dad’s underwear on the table. She remembered six years ago moving into this bigger house with so much excitement and smiles. Having moved from Colombia to pursue her writing dreams and thankfully her parents understood. She and her parents said goodbye to their old lives and moved to the United Kingdom after she got a scholarship to the University Of Cambridge. It was a perfect beginning. Until it all went wrong. Where had it gone wrong exactly? Right from her father cheating, to the fucked up life she was living now. Everything had change