A tragic love story

[Wattpad Editor's Pick] [Featured on Wattpad's Fresh Reads List September] When her father is murdered by a police officer and her mother turns to alcohol for comfort, young Keila Sheldon finds herself in the clutches of the foster care system. Scared and alone, she is forced to adapt to an unfamiliar world. Nine years later - hardened by life and living with a family determined to win her over - she receives an unexpected letter from her mother that sparks a journey of healing. Months away from aging out, Keila must decide whether to leave Sheila in her past or welcome her into her future. With a crazy ass cousin in her ear and a handsome stranger fighting for her attention, Keila has her hands full. Follow her as she attempts to navigate life and love after the tragic loss of life as she knew it. 🏆 1st Place Winner (Teen-Fiction): Net Monthly Awards for September

{Featured @ Wattpad friends and family profile - Celebrating Black History Month reading list (Jan 2023), Featured @ Official Wattpad's Romance profile - new adult romance reading list (May - June 2021), Featured @ Ambassador's Africa, Featured @ writers without borders, Featured @ Wattpad's undiscovered stories (September 2021), Featured on Wattpad's Community Curator list @ Leeleekez, and also Featured on Wattpad's Community Curator List @ -jnicole_, Winner Contemporary Romantics Award @ContemporaryLit} ********** Two best friends, Kiki Rubiri and Nicole Wanjiru, know just how much blurry and mundane life could get in the streets of Nairobi. But when gusts of wind quake their pitiful selves, in form of new opportunities and of course men, Kiki and Nicole wonder why the painter suddenly decided upon subdued tints? ********** Nicole could distinctively make out the intonations of her heartbeat. It was no smooth asphalt, nor was it pleasing. It was entirely the opposite. She imagined a rugged chassis and deep-rooted crevices upon a rocky road. A dangerous road trip. She feared that her heart might give out. Her legs already were a noodly pair, holding onto her dress for support. It was clear that Nicole's mind was a soiled pool of water. It just wasn't functional anymore. Jane Austen would be disappointed, and so would her mother. Nicole was never the forward type of woman. She always thought of herself as demure as a sun's glow right before the full onset of night. Her wanton behavior today was a surprise on her side and she more than willingly blamed it on the cheery night and maybe on the way Wayne's minty breath hit her exposed clavicle like one inclement wind upon feeble branches of a tree.