*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*
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"Two weeks, Mimi. Dad said that if there will be no changes in her health, they will... They will... She won't come back here anymore. Ever. I don't want it, Mimi. Isn't she too young to die? She is not even eighteen yet. Maybe she needs more time." My little brother cried in the arms of our nanny, and I felt like lightning struck me when I heard his news from our father.
No. They can't do that. Why would they let me die? I am just here. Maybe I just need to go back to my body so I can finally wake up. But they mentioned that I am in New York City. Why the heck would they bring me there?
"Let's just pray hard that OJ will get better sooner. I know she will be back here and alive, JC. Don't lose hope, son." Mimi replied while trying to hold hersel
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- Staring at my unconscious self makes me feel a bit hopeless. Why can't I go back inside? What is the matter? What is the right thing to do to make it work? I sighed and decided just to leave the room. I will get back here after I hear anything from my father about my condition. I want to know his reason for agreeing just to let me die if ever I won't show obvious signs of getting better after fourteen days. I am just wondering why I am a ghost. Maybe I'm really dead. But no, I believe I can go back, that I am still alive. Perhaps a little longer is all I need to get better. But fourteen days is like... Shit. Especially if I really did not show any improvements since the time I got into that accident. Maybe I just need to sleep here, and perhaps i
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* ---- "Hi, Ollie! Good morning, my little ray of sunshine! I know the sun hasn't come out yet, but I'm here early because we got a breakfast meeting with an investor, and Candice and I will have a flight home after that. We will check on your brother, and we will be back here soon. Maybe he will come with us. He surely misses you so much and has been wanting to see you soon. Please do good here, alright? Get well." My father whispered after planting a kiss on my forehead while holding my right hand gently, and I looked at my ghost right hand when I had felt something weird on it. I felt his touch. Woah! Could it mean something good? That means I am still connected with my physical body, right? Oh, my ghost! "I'll see you soon, Ollie." He muttere
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- A deep sigh escaped my lips as I walked to my bed to lay down. I just arrived in my room after searching for anyone who could notice me and help me out. Another day has passed, and eleven days is all I have left. I feel worried, anxious, and a bit hopeless. I don't know what to do anymore, but I can't give up. I need to keep going. Perhaps I should go to the Academy since I am done wandering at the mall, parks, streets, and other places where there are many people, which I hoped that I could find the hero that could save me from death. I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand and saw that it is already dismissal time at the PWA. There will be only a few students there. Maybe tomorrow. When my g
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- Feeling all of the confusing sensations a person could feel, Grace and I slowly turned our heads to the girl who owned the laptop, where there are pictures that look so familiar with the people we both knew. And I am having a hard time believing and repudiating the possible reason why there are pictures of Sydney and Harvey on Daisy's computer. Could she be the one who gave me those pictures? Why would she do so? I noticed that Grace's face is turning red, and she's been taking a deep breath. And I truly know that she is angry, but she's trying to hold it. Instead of confronting our friend, she scrolled something in the computer, then opened a folder named Photoshop XFiles. I tried to see what was in there, yet it was empty. I know what Grace would want to see. The pictures- the edited ones.
*Sydney Roswell's POV* --- "Hey, Syd! Are you sure that you are not going to ride with us home later?" My cousin asked me while we were eating lunch at the academy's canteen, and I nodded my head in response. "Yep. You can go ahead. It might take me an hour tutoring Yasmine at the library." I answered and took a bite of my sandwich, and I saw on the side of my eyes that Vidia was about to get my apple juice box; then, I slapped her arm. "Ouch! I need just a sip." She retorted and still got the empty thing, and I smirked when she looked disappointed in finding out that it had nothing inside. She already finished hers, yet she can't get enough. "Alright, I still have to go somewhere, too. And that means I won't be riding with you
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- I sat on my bed, wondering where did everyone else go as I arrived home and found that no one was around. All who are left here are Mimi, and Mr. Gubbels, our gateman. Dad and Candice must have taken Jonas with them back to New York City earlier tonight. My father mentioned that they would be spending time with my unconscious body back there before I totally depart from the world of the living— my remaining time is coming shorter and shorter. Ugh, this just sucks so much. Why do I have to experience this kind of situation? Maybe I am just unlucky naturally. Though I don't want to die yet, I guess I have no other choice but to accept it maybe. What else can I do, right? I have been trying to go back i
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---I heard her call out to me, but I just kept on walking fast while feeling my heart was about to jump out of my chest. No, it's not real. She is not real. I am just seeing and hearing things."Hey, wait! Why do you have such long legs? Stop for a second, Roswell!" She uttered, and she seemed to be close behind me, and I would never look back. Instead of doing what she told me, I began to run to head out of the academy's gate."Sydney!!!" She yelled out, but nothing can ever stop me.I arrived at a bus stop station, panting, and I think the creepy image of OJ is nowhere near me now, thankfully.Maybe I was just hallucinating that I am seeing her. Yes, I wanted to
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* --- "Woah! Cool! You have a very fancy bedroom, Syd. I like the shade of blue colors. I'll just call you Syd, alright? But if you prefer to be called by other names, I'm cool with it, too. Just tell me." I let out in awe as I roamed my gaze around the room of my former greatest foe and saw that she was in her bed, under the sheets, and seemed like shaking in fear. Hmm. She could indeed notice me, and I could never be more happier in my whole damn life knowing that it's her that could save me from despair. Moments passed, and I heard no response from her. I went near her bed while contemplating what to tell her to make this poor girl less scared of me. I mean... Do I really look so damn scary? Are there bloodstains on my dress? Well, I can't notice since it's red. How about my face? Are there big
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---Her lips trailed kisses down my neck, making me grip tight on the sheets while I bit my lower lip to keep myself from crying her name in pleasure. As she casually licked and gently sucked my skin, I couldn't help but grab her hair with my left hand, and my right one was inside her shirt and scratching her bareback. She stopped kissing my neck and chuckled when I involuntarily pulled her hair back a bit hard, and I apologized quickly."Sorry, Love.""Don't worry. I like it." Syd replied and looked me in the eyes. I saw her smirk and eyed my lips."Please stop biting your lip too hard. It'll bleed." She asked me and leaned down to peck on my lips, and I responded immediately. How can I not bite it if she was so damn good at this kind of matter? And I don't want to be loud because neighbors might hear, or maybe any of her housemates or friends have arrived and wonder what we're doing here. Well, if she were in my situation, I am so freaking sure she'll
*Sydney Roswell's POV*—"What? No! I don't know what the heck you are talking about, Oj. You know what? Let's take some snacks downstairs. Let's just figure out what to do with this one later tonight or tomorrow." I renounced and asserted as I really wanted to escape from being cornered by her."Oh, no! Where are you going, Sydee? We're not yet done here. You said you'll take a break after editing the 70th chapter. We are going nowhere but here, My Love." She teased and held my chin with her right hand, making me face her, but I tried to avoid eye contact."No! Did I say that? Well, I've changed my mind. Let's go, Mi Amor! What do you want to eat?" I exclaimed and was about to stand up, but I could barely move because of this laughing girl sitting on me who's not that light at all."Hmm. Hey! I have a better idea, Oj! Why don't we… umm, later before we go to our dinner date, let's go and find a dog that you want to adopt. A puppy! Yeah! I remember you want to call him Mickey. Right? D
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"Her soft rosy lips gracefully danced with mine in a remarkable rhythm, making me feel all these familiar sensations inside me. When her powerful warm moist tongue slipped inside my mouth, I, with all enthusiasm, welcomed it for a friendly match.I heard her chuckle while still not breaking our passionate kiss, and I gently bit her lower lip as I tried to dominate this session. Then I lost control of my hands when they started creeping inside her shirt to caress her delicate skin, which caused her to let out soft moans. Mmm, her voice is such excellent music in the ears. I could listen to it my whole life and never get tired.And things happened a bit too quickly when she's now topless while we both sat on the bed. I swear I have no full control of my hands. But I absolutely love to see her wear nothing on top but her jade pendant necklace. She continued bussing my neck, making me all turned on, while her right hand had been gently kneading my left boob unde
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*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV* — "Okay. What is it?" Sydney asked and curiously looked at me. I grinned and locked my eyes on her luscious pink lips, and I could sense she already knew what I meant when her facial expression changed into something that seemed to be alarmed. "No." She asserted and glared at me. "What? I haven't said anything yet!" I exclaimed and laughed at her when she rolled her eyes at me. "Oh, yeah? Your eyes say a lot more than your mouth, Hunters. You know that saying, right?" She explained and moved a little away from me. Ugh, she's so adorable. I can't... I just, no, I'm so in love with her! "What? Seriously, Syd. Don't be so rude! And don't f*cking act like you don't want it, too! Come on, Roswell!" I belted while still laughing at her blushing face, and I tried to compose myself. "What? No! We are inside the school premises. In case you are not aware. We can't do that here. Look around, biatch. There are some students everywhere, and they've been eyein
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---The tears formed in her warm blue eyes finally fell as she looked at me in disbelief, and I sweetly smiled at her in response."I missed you, Syd. There's not been a day, an hour, a minute that you won't cross my mind and dreams." I confessed and bit my lower lip to hold my emotions and not cry."I thought at first that it was just all... normal dreams, bad dreams, and nightmares. But I deeply know it might be not. And here we are. I'm so glad to see you again." I continued and brought my left hand to her face to wipe her tears away, and she cried more. Oh, no, she's in her vulnerable mode again. I clearly remembered those times she cried so much for me. Nonetheless, all the tears and sacrifices she spent on our journey together were given justice as we won the fight we fought. I cannot be here right now if not because of her and her stubborn but optimistic ass. And, of course, with the help of her ever-supportive friends.I chuckled when she asked,
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"Uh... Hi!" I nervously greeted her, and I saw her smile at me. Oh, gosh, I missed that smile... so much."Why are you looking at me like that, Roswell? You seem like you've seen a ghost. Well, surprise, biatch, I'm still alive and kicking. But I can't kick my left leg yet." She said and chuckled, and I softly laughed with her."Yeah... No, I mean... Uh, it's so nice to see you again. I'm glad you're alright." I stammered and finally got the right words to say, but I am still feeling so anxious now."Ooh, so you are trying to say that you missed me, huh?" She remarked while grinning, and I let out a scoff."Hell no!""Really? I mean... Why would you miss me, right? I know I am not missable. Is that even a word? Because you aren't, too." She replied and acted quite mean, and I chuckled. You have no freaking idea how much I missed you, Mi Amor."Well, it's good that you know," I answered and regretted it right after as I realized we were back to being what we w
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---Monday came. It's the first time I'm going back to the academy after about a month of absence. It was an absence to do something I know I will forever be grateful for and will never regret.I had spent almost my whole day taking quizzes and exams in the empty detention room near the Principal's Office. It's absolutely tedious, but I have to do this if I want to catch up with the lessons of my classmates. I'm super happy I wouldn't need to take summer classes if I could pass these quizzes and exams.I was currently answering the final two items of my last exam for today when an unfamiliar student suddenly came in and handed me a small piece of paper. She didn't say anything and left the room. That's so weird.I looked at what was written on the paper in my hold, and I blinked to read it clearly."Meet me at the bench fronting the library. 3:30 PM.""What and who the hell are you?" I muttered and thought of who might this be, and the first person that came int
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---"Yow, Sydney! I have a question. Don't get this wrong, aight? It's just a question or a suggestion. Just out of curiosity." Grace called me and asked, and I turned my swivel chair to look at her sitting comfortably on my bed beside her girlfriend, who was busy munching some popcorn.I raised an eyebrow in response to tell her to go on, and she grinned. Let me bet. I strongly know this will be about OJ again. There was nothing that this person asked me that the girl I adore wasn't mentioned."Well... You do know that OJ will be home finally later from Chicago. What if... What if you just... tell OJ everything... the whole truth? You know... your journey together, the things you did for her, everything you did together while she's still out of her body, what you feel, that you're girlfriends, and... all of it. Maybe she can remember, even just a bit." She suggested and looked so serious while Emma stopped shoving pieces of popcorn in her mouth to look at me an