*Olivia Jillian Hunters’ POV*
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“I’m telling the truth, Sir! Please, you need to listen. Your daughter’s ghost is right here with me, Mr. Hunters. She has been begging me since yesterday to help her tell you that you shouldn’t let her die. Please! You have to believe me. F*ck it! He hung up again.” Sydney kept begging my father and explaining, yet she has been hanged up for the third time now.
She dialed his number again with her face showing that she was losing her temper; she was worried, panicking, and had many more emotions that I could not point out. I just wish my father could hear me.
She waited for it to ring while walking back and forth, but then she rubbed the back of her neck and looked at me in horror.
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---"You don't know your mother's phone number? What kind of...? Ugh! Never mind." Sydney asked, on her way to give me another shot of insult but dismissed it, and I just nodded my head in response with an apologetic smile on my face.I looked around the busy street, and I noticed that the people on the opposite side of the road from us had been giving weird looks to my companion here.“Well, that’s not a problem. Do you think Grace has her contact number? We could go back to the party. Or if she doesn't have it, we could make her call your dad and ask him for your mother’s number. What do you say?” She answered and was about to head back to where we had left, and I stood up from sitting down on the bench to explain it bette
*Olivia Jillian Hunters’ POV* --- “They got into a car accident at the same highway crossing you had, Oj. No one knew it would happen because it was an accident, of course. Dad died on the spot, while Mom… She was rushed to the hospital. I still got a chance to see her and talk to her.” Sydney began after saying hi to her parents and introducing me to them. Then she sat, crossing her legs, in front of their tombstone, and I looked at her face. I saw how a warm smile crept on her face, and she continued, “She told me not to be sad, that I shouldn’t cry, and I need to be strong even if both of them will leave me behind. But I did cry, I felt sad, and I became vulnerable. I’m just human. But what I had put in my mind that Mom had told me before her final breath was… I should live my life doing the things that could make me
*Sydney Roswell's POV*---No room for regrets. Yes, I should have no room for regrets in my system. I don't want to end up staying up all night thinking that I could have done so much more for the person I admire most—to save her, to make a way that, one day, we could be something more than just friends or even just friends, to make me say I did the right thing in helping her, to become who she can lean on when no one else was there for her.Yet... Here I am, standing still for the last few minutes, contemplating what to do, while the gorgeous ghost went to find a way for me to break into their grand palace. Did I regret deciding to take this risk for her? No! Of course!I only never thought that the fence would be so f*cking tall. It could even double my damn height. An
*Olivia Jillian Hunters’ POV*---I sighed in frustration, shaking my head because of my dearest burglar’s carelessness. There were shoes’ dirt tracks on the white tiled floor, heading to the dumb blonde’s hiding place, and it was why Mimi knew someone could have been hiding inside my walk-in closet. And she’s not wrong.I ran back to where Sydney could be, and I saw Mimi with a broom in her hold had been slowly peeking at my hanging dresses and jackets and opening closets here with the hopes to find the thief she was looking for.Hmm, where could Syd have hidden?“Sydney? Where are you?” I called out my companion, and I chuckled as I realized she wouldn’t answer me. Oh, I know what she had been thinking now, that I am the dumbas
*Sydney Roswell’s POV* --- I’m panting, perspiring cold sweats, and panicking when I have tried to rev the motorbike, yet it won’t. “Syd, just leave it and run for your life!” OJ anxiously suggested while keeping on looking for any signs of the person chasing me. “No, Adam will kill me.” I retorted and went down from it to begin pushing it to the highway. Thankfully, there wasn’t anyone running after me. When we were about somewhere on a slope, going down, I hopped on the bike to try to make it start, yet it still won’t, and I presume it has no gas. “I’m going to choke him. He’s a f*cking mechanical engineer, but he can’t fix the freaking fuel gauge of his bike? Ridiculous! And h
*Sydney Roswell’s POV* --- I wiped the tears that streamed down my cheeks as I thought of the person so dear to me who must have left me forever. It's all my fault. I could have done more. I could have tried more. What if she really was gone? What if she's never coming back again to me ever? “Where are you, OJ? I'm so sorry. I failed you.” I whispered with a broken voice, and my tears fell from my eyes again as I sobbed. I decided to head out of the bathroom to do something I didn't know if it would still be used. I want to accomplish the mission that we would finish together. But most likely, I would just sulk on my bed and cry and bl
*Sydney Roswell's POV* --- “No, you can’t go up there in the attic. You shouldn't." I asserted, and she smirked. "I will. I can. And I think you are hiding something up there." She insisted, and I inhaled deeply to keep my cool. Yes, I hid some things up there from you and everyone else. "You see, there are lots and lots and lots of… cockroaches and other insects up there. And it's dusty as hell. That's why I haven't been visiting it for so long because I just… I don't have time to clean it. So, no, you can’t go there for now.” I explained, and thankfully it changed her eagerness and curiosity. “Really? Ew! Fine. I'm scared of those filthy little devils with wings and antennas. But you should cease them all soon, okay?" She cringed,
*Olivia Jillian Hunters’ POV*---“I can’t see her, but I can hear her voice and feel her presence.”I looked at the woman in surprise when she confirmed that she could indeed notice me.“Really? Wow, that's so cool! Did you hear that, Oj? She could hear and feel you.” Sydney told me excitedly, and I turned my head to look at her and say, “I could be a ghost, Syd, but my hearing is still here. Yeah, I heard her. And yes, it's awesome!”Then I looked back at the woman and asked her, “How is it that you could feel and hear me? Do you have your sixth sense or something?”She nodded her head lightly, and I gasped. "Wow!"
*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