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All Chapters of BLUE TALE (The Series): Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

6 Chapters

001: Delivered.

Emerson stared at the plate in front of him, his fork hovering just above the food. Shit! There it was again—cucumber and onion, together on the same dish. 'Who, in their right mind, thought that was a good idea?' He slammed his fork down, irritation piled up in his gut."Is this a joke? Onions and cucumbers, in the same dish?" he barked, glaring at the new cook. She’d been here for two whole days, and somehow, that was enough time for her to screw up something as basic as his dinner."I… I didn’t know you didn’t eat cucumbers or onions," she stammered, her eyes wide and apologetic."Of course, I don’t eat cucumbers. Why would I eat something that tastes like wet cardboard?" Emerson snapped.The cook blinked in confusion. She looked between the plate and him. "But... what’s wrong with cucumbers?"A heavy silence fell over the kitchen. Every cook and cleaner stopped what they were doing, and Emerson could almost hear their collective gasp. She’d just made a rookie mistake by asking th

002: A Man In The Office.

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It was 9 PM when Emerson decided to make his way to the office. A late night, but there was no way around it: files to sign, emails to respond to, tasks piling up like an uninvited guest.The streets were quiet, the city's usual hum reduced to a distant murmur. His mind, however, was loud. A sex bot. Delivered to his office. What the hell is going on?His grip on the steering wheel tightened as his eyes caught the billboard overhead. An ad for a luxury watch company, featuring a man with blonde hair, a sharp jawline, and an intense gaze—one that could freeze water with a glance. The man in the picture was... him. Kent.Emerson’s stomach tightened as he clenched his teeth. 'My brother. Kent West. The one who’d disappeared six years ago. The one who walked away after that night. The night everything changed. The night Kent chose her, her over family. Over everything that had been. The night their bond, their partnership, crumbled.'Emerson could still feel the sting, the hollow ache of

003: An Option To Kiss?

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Emerson stood there for what felt like an eternity, eyes locked on the stranger. He couldn’t stop staring. The figure before him was still, unmoving, and too perfect in a way that made his skin crawl.He circled around the man slowly, trying to make sense of him... this being. 'Who the hell was he supposed to be?'He was... too smooth. Too perfect. Emerson couldn't pin it down. The man's face, his jawline, was sharp. But there was something too symmetrical about it.'Is that what I look like?' Emerson's mind asked, but he didn’t think he did. Well, his own face wasn’t exactly ugly, but this... this unmoving man? He looked like a model of some sort.'Is he praying?' Emerson thought to himself. 'No, not with his hands in his pocket. That’s no respect for the big boss up in heaven.'Then, somehow, the annoying voice of Raven rang in his head: “... standing in your office… standing in your office… standing in…” In his fucking office. It was the robot. A damn robot that looked more human t

004: Claiming Possession.

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Emerson's hands were shaking. 'What the hell was he doing?' One second, he was standing there, questioning his sanity, and the next, he was about to kiss a robot.A machine. A damn machine.“But this... this can't be wrong, can it?” he muttered, trying to convince himself. “I spent my hard-earned money on this, made an investment. I have to test it, right? To awaken it, I just have to kiss it. Easy-peasy.” He tried to convince himself that kissing a bot, in this case, wasn’t 'Rape'.“Lord, bless my soul,” he breathed. Slowly, Emerson leaned in. Just close enough to see if it felt... strange. 'No one ever talks about kissing a bot, right?' How would he even know what to expect? It was supposed to be plastic, right? Cold, hard plastic.But as soon as his lips brushed against the bot’s, it wasn’t cold. It wasn’t plastic.It was... soft. Too soft. It felt like flesh.A wave of confusion hit him, and he pulled back for a moment. But he couldn’t stop himself from leaning back in, feeling

005: He's Porsche_

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Rose, one of the cleaners, stood frozen in the kitchen doorway. Her gaze locked on the figure before her. He moved so fast, fluidly, like a blur. Way faster than any human had a right to. He didn’t even blink.His hands danced across the counter, dicing tomatoes with deadly precision, flipping pancakes like he’d been born with a spatula in hand. His porcelain skin gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights. Lights that cost more than her entire paycheck. It was like watching a movie. It was Graceful. Unnatural."Mister? Mister?" Rose tried, but her voice barely made a sound. She knew the boss hated strangers in the kitchen, but this young man? He didn’t even acknowledge her.The knife in his hand never wavered, even when it was dangerously close to his own skin. “How does he not feel that?““Rose? What are you doing?” Came her colleague, Lucy's voice. She walked up beside Rose, following her stare. Lucy’s brows furrowed, then she gave a small, confused laugh. “What’s going on?”Rose

006: He'd Disappeared_

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Emerson’s car screeched to a halt in front of his estate. The massive iron gates were definitely mocking him now. He slammed the car door shut and stormed toward the house.Inside, the scene was quiet. Too quiet.The stillness made the hair on the back of Emerson's neck stand up. This wasn't like his house the cleaners and cooks made into a chatter room. He spotted Rose and Lucy standing awkwardly in the corridor, their faces pale. They fidgeted under his piercing glare.“Sir Emerson,” Rose started, her voice pleading not to be fired. “There’s… there's something in the kitchen.”Something? Not someone?Emerson raised an eyebrow. He’d hired countless chefs before, but Rose’s unease was unusual. She wasn’t the type to be rattled by much.“Out with it,” Emerson demanded, freaking tired of her fidgeting already.Rose swallowed hard. “The new guy you brought home last night… Mr. Porsche? He’s, uh… cooking.”Porsche? Oh, the sex bot. He had named it after his car. Wait. Cooking? Emerson bl