THIS IS A FREE CHAPTER!!! Hey, my darling! I hope you are doing well! Thank you so much for reading this book! I'm glad you made it through here. I hope you loved it as much as I loved writing it. It's so damn hard to let this book's characters go, but sadly I have to. Sydian is one of my favorite ships, and I am having a hard time finding the perfect ending for them because I don't want this book to end. But don't worry, I'll put one last chapter for this story after this announcement. ***ANNOUNCEMENT!!*** I'll make Ghost In Red into a WEBCOMIC soon, as well as my book The Queen And The Freak!!! And I am looking forward to GoodNovel having that comics category soon, like their sis app, MegaNovel. Just check it out when it's out, wherever and whenever. XD--- Once again, thank you, thank you, thank you for reading this book and my other books!!! And if you haven't checked out my other works, you can tap my profile and explore and enjoy. One not-so-fun fact, though, my pen name i
*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
*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
*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
*Olivia Jillian Hunters' POV*---"Hey, OJ, look! It is your boy, Harvey. Do you wanna talk to him first? I can wait. Not that I am gonna eavesdrop, but I will wait till we are good to go. Or do you want me to go ahead first? I could, too." Grace Thales, one of my closest friends, asked me curiously as we got sight of my boyfriend, who has been eyeing me as he walks in the hallway with his group of friends."Oh, umm, no. I will just tell him something before we proceed." I answered as I closed my locker after getting the things I needed for my morning classes, and I saw her smile become wider."What? I love you? Eeeeet! Oh, damn, I am so single." She teased me, and I just glared at her playfully."Shut the hell up, Gracey!" I told her. Th
*Sydney Roswell's POV* --- "What happened to your face, Syd?" Kevin Ramirez, my only gay cousin who is sitting on the driver's seat and waiting for us to arrive, asked with his raised eyebrow in curiosity, and I didn't bother to answer him as I go halfway around his car to sit shotgun. "Don't ask her, Kev. She's not in the mood." Answered Vidia Logan, the academy's women's swimming team captain and my best friend since diapers, and she went inside the backseat with Emma York, my very nice neighbor. "When was she in her mood before? Well, anyway, I will just ask her face. Hey, face, what happened to Sydney?" Kevin muttered, but I heard it clearly, and he asked while examining my rosy left cheek that definitely still has the handprint of the meanest person in the universe. The gorgeous goddess, Olivia Jillian Hunters. I just don't know about her claim that I have stolen her boyfriend from her behind her back. I mean, da
*Sydney Roswell's POV* --- "Sydney? Are you there?" Vidia asked when she heard no response from me. I am just shocked as heck with this horrible news that I am watching. How could that bitch be in an accident? What a damn reckless creature! But maybe it's not her fault. Of course, it's a damn accident—the hell with that particular deadly crossing, and the hell with that truck driver! "Syd? Are you watching it?" She asked again, and I answered, "Yeah. I'm on it." "Well, the bad news is... She's still alive and was hurried to the hospital. Critical condition, though." My best friend uttered that made me feel angry, mixed with too much worry. "What? Why the hell would you wish that she'd be
*Sydney Roswell's POV* --- I received another text message from my best friend after she had called two times, but I didn't pick it up, and I opened it. I just don't want to talk or have any type of conversation with her right now. Not that I am mad at her for wishing my greatest foe to have a worse condition, but I don't want to hear anything that she will say about OJ. I'm not ready. I let out a sigh of relief when I read what she sent me, "Sydney, it's not purely about OJ, alright? I have no other news about her for now. It's about you. Mostly. And it's so damn important." Well, for me, nothing is more important than OJ being okay. When Vidia redialed my number, I rejected it and turned off my phone. There. Some peace.