Novels by Maya Howard

The past days have been a pandemic for Kairo who has been taking on random criminal cases to meet up the Hospital bills, his eyes could easily give him away, his face went pale and his body lost its frame as he kept running his eyes from the blood bag to each drip that escaped the bigger volume into the cannula that was carelessly inserted into Mrs Martha’s vein.The hospital bill piled to the skies, prompting the Nurses and Doctors to treat Mrs Martha the exact way Kairo appeared.“Excuse me, Kairo..?”Kairo’s head jolted back to take in what he just heard.“Excuse you?” His brows raised to form an arc in dire surprise, “What happened to how you have been addressing me for the past weeks?”The Nurse rolled her eyes like she wasn't expecting Kairo to cough up a word about what she just said.“Do you think there's anything wrong with how I addressed a man without substance..” The nurse blurted out without any ounce of fear.Kairo's inside burned with an uncontrollable wave of anger and

“You still haven't won a single case since becoming a Barrister!”Lady Julius shierked, sending her mug flying towards Kairo who swiftly dismissed the mug's impact with a quick bend.The sound of shattered ceramic rose.“Clean that up, son of a nobody! You're better off as Kairo, the houseboy in rags you once were.” She paused to scoff and examine the figure standing adjacent to her, and continued “What changed? A few black and brown corporate wears we bought you doesn't cover who you are, a wretched thing.”Lady Julius’s breath caught flames, her chest heaved with pure hatred and disgust as she returned to her pancakes on the table.Fredrick shot dagger eyes at Kairo, who was now squatting to assemble the broken pieces of ceramics, and said.“Mother, I told you it was a bad idea to allow him to go to Law School. It has to be the waste of the century!”“I should have known…. I can't live a second longer waiting to be done with your contract here.”“Mother….?” Fredrick shifted his gaz

Everyone had settled into the long wooden bench that glistened in the sun's rays from the long windows that let in the light. The hall felt heavy with endless hums like a broken beehive as smartly dressed people kept murmuring words.At the centre of the hall was the defendant, Kairo, standing tall in the Dock, with his hands bound together with cuffs, and his knuckles, white.His eyes rolled to the left wing of the hall to meet a man in his late 50s with his arm crossed to the other shoulder end of a woman who had a teddy in her grip, held closer to her heart like it was her life.From how sober she was with tears falling freely from her eyes, Kairo suspected she was the mother of the 5-year-old girl and a victim of Fedrick's amazing driving skill that had caused an impact on the little girl's lungs, oesophagus and ribcage.‘No one would survive that,’ he thought as he whipped his eyes to the left, but his head steady, to meet Lord Julius, and his wife whom he had only heard countles

“Morning Roll call!” A voice rolled out, strong from the speakers that were embedded in the roofs, followed by a deafening alarm that kept echoing throughout the prison yard; even the dead would lose their appetite for sleep after absorbing such a nuisance.“Darn these people, I will relieve one of them of their balls once I get my freedom.”“Nonsense!” the oldest man in the prison yard thundered with sleepy eyes, half shut. All he could behold was a fellow inmate curled up on the bed like the roll call was not his business.“Hey slughead, you think this is your home? Get in line or you lose a tooth,” the old man barked at Kairo, who was struggling to wake after cleaning the whole prison yard, as a new inmate, and the tradition remains that every new inmate, awaiting trial or conviction, must clean everywhere for a week, as a way of initiation.In a blink, every inmate took a spot at the centre, standing beside their bunks which had flat, well-fitted beddings on them.Each inmate st

“Who else did the surveillance capture? He is responsible for this atrocity! Relieve his head of his body if you can!” Silence fell on the room as Lord Julius sparked in rage, lifting his weight from the movable 24—year-old made of gold chair onto his feet. His eyes burned with disgust. “For now, we can not label him the perpetrator of the act until proven guilty, Lord Julius.” The Inspector of the Interpol responded, his eyes fixed on the paper, as he was taking notes. The crime scene had been marked ‘out of bounds for unauthorised people’, and the investigators flooded the guard room areas, taking photographs of the deceased, who was at the time passing sticky—white foam from every visible natural opening on his head. “Mr. Kairo, you are a prime suspect until proven innocent.” The inspector said, turning to meet Kairo, who looked unperturbed. Kairo knew it was baseless to make efforts to clear his name at that point. He remained silent, not because he lost his voice, but he

Some broken hearts never truly mend.Each cut on his skin had a story, one that ignited flames in his blood streams, tore his heart to shreds, the pain of growing in the slums, the melodious voice of his first love who had returned to dust by the trigger of an enemy, the wreck that caused his heart to skip faster than a broken electric circuit.Every passing minute subtracted a unit of the determination that once flamed in his heart, dread fell on his eyes, and bitterness became his best wine.Not now, ‘will I ever set my eyes on my little pumpkins’ –he thought, lost in his reverie, torn between reclaiming his inheritance, and finding his girls.Kairo’s mission had grown into something nearly impossible since Zacchaeus had made an outrageous demand to Lord over the other wing of the estate.Deceitful Lord Julius had since then placed that wing under heavy security men and surveillance.The torn part of the estate documents hinted that a treasure was in that wing of the estate. But wh