Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Saw You: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

SERRAHe planted warm kisses tracing the print without missing an inch. His soft warm lips worked their magic around my neck. His kisses lowered while his hand traveled up to my nape moving me closer and pressed his body against mine. The warmth from his body slipped through our garments and seeped into my being. My eyes voluntarily closed and a moan escaped my mouth when he found the sensitive spot on my neck. My face flooded red because of how I reacted.I remained numbed. I couldn’t even twitch a finger and even if I could, I wouldn’t push him away. I love the warmth he was giving me. The warmth was made of a mixture of sugar of comfort and zest of delight. I inhaled his scent, he smelt sweet like a field of flowers. His distinctive scent was soothing and calming. It was intoxicating and light but with enough depth to tantalize my senses.He ran his tongue over my skin on that sensitive spot and sucked it. His teeth grazed my skin that made my back arced. Tingles rushed throughout m

“Where have you been? You were gone for days.” I raised a brow at her while crossing my arms on my chest. “Don’t use that tone on me, young lady,” she responded in a serious tone. Her authoritative tone silenced me as though the cat got my tongue out of a sudden. I didn’t dare to speak letting her rule over me because I felt like she had all the rights. “I was plotting revenge on Xyrus for what he did to you.” She wiggled her brows at me. “I don’t want to see you burn in my own hand, Gugu,” I warned broadening my eyes at her. “I won’t hurt him. I won’t stoop in his level. I’ll just teach him a lesson, a lesson all ghosts are best at,” her lips stretched into a grin. We head toward the school gym. I don’t have any plans on joining their game time during their vacant but Amara requested to be her substitute. I could reject her but she used the baby in her womb against me. Who on Earth could say no to that? I was wearing a T-shirt, sweat pants, and rubber shoes. I also tied my hai

Today I would spend the first day of the three-day-event celebration of the 25th Anniversary of Silverio hiding the hickey Grip made. It has been three days but it didn’t wear off, not even a pinch. I darted my eyes ahead and saw Grip walking in my direction. Every girl he passed by glanced at him and squealed like they were about to pee their pants. I looked around to find an escape route. I saw a room that even a reaper wouldn’t dare to enter. I slipped through leaving Gugu behind. “Gugu, where is Serra?” I heard him from outside. “She was just here,” Gugu replied. “Is she avoiding me?” he said annoyed. The space between my brows puckered. It was unusual for a female’s comfort room to be empty. Especially today when students and outsiders scattered since the event started. Ladies would usually turn a place like this into a saloon. Since I was here already I decided to check myself. I opened the faucet and wiped my hands. I put my hair at the back and rubbed the hickey off usin

I tilted my head on the side, to Grip. “He’s a medius?” I verified and he just nodded. “A fee-er and a she,” the photographer intervened. “What exactly a fee-er could do?” I curiously asked. “We could feel the presence of a ghost, evil spirits, demons, reapers, and even angels.” She averted her camera in Gugu’s direction. I chuckled when Gugu posed with two finger hearts then to V signs. “I haven’t seen an angel my entire life.” I removed the costume I was wearing and look for something else on the table. “I’m sure you have you just didn’t notice them as angels. Just like reapers, angels blend in. They are everywhere.” She focused her camera on my direction. I paused for a while and posed. I picked up a white long gown and wore it. I put my hair on my face imitating Gugu. I looked like a white lady. Grip stood beside me. I picked up a black cape with a hood and a fake wooden scythe and handed them to him. He didn’t have a choice but to wear it. “You look good on it.” I brushe

His hand tightened around my neck. Nails digging in my flesh. I was like a limp deer in front of a hungry lion, a hawk with broken wings cornered by a cobra, no escape, helpless. His palm pressed against my throat more. His slender fingers felt like tendrils around my neck. I trashed and buck, tried prying his fingers away, and clawed my fingers on his wrist uselessly but the more I resisted, the faster I ran out of air. Small ragged gasps escaped my throat, desperation to breathe overtook me. I looked into his eyes. It was burning with void and darkness as my lungs burn in pain. My lips curved a sour smile. What pained me more was the thought that my demise is in the hand of the person who once was my savior, my knight and shining armour. How ironic. My vision was spinning. My mind drew hazy. My limbs weakened. I felt like my veins will burst and my eyes would pop out. I could hear my heartbeat in my head and then the world started fading away. “Serra, wake up.” A faint voice thro