All Chapters of BLUE TALE (The Series): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Ever since I have known myself, I have known another.Another presence, another being, another world existing beside mine. Often overshadowing it. From my earliest memory, life has been a continuous struggle. A quiet torment. I never knew freedom, not in the sense most people speak of it. To exist for me was to share my body, my thoughts, and my very essence with others. Others I did not invite. My life has been a shadowed reflection of what it should have been, cast in hues of fear and confusion.As a child, the torment was not much but it was frequent. I remember sitting in class with the warm sunlight pouring through the windows, yet I had felt none of its comfort. My classmates avoided me. Not out of cruelty, but out of fear. They whispered about the strange things that always happened when I was around. Strange things done by me, myself.Sometimes, I felt like a monster. Not just because of the distance others kept but because of the ‘others’ that took over me. I would lose h

The artifact was cold in Raven’s hand, its intricacies were sharp against his palm. He stared at it, the energy emanating from it was unbelievably heavier than just the physical weigh. “So, Cullen’s been here.” His own self created realization bit at him like a thousand cold needles. “And then made his number vanish. Made my CCTV glitch..”He looked around, eyes darting to the table where his open diary lay. The only conclusion he could draw as a rational person was that; his brother, he'd been reading his diary when he came. Raven clenched his jaw. Cullen had always been like a ghost in life, flickering in and out of shadows. But this? No. Cullen wouldn't just come to his house to read a diary solemnly written after events that himself, Cullen witnessed. Just.No. Now Raven felt like something else… Like there was something else happening beneath the surface and Cullen might just be a pawn. Either way, he hoped it had nothing to do with spirits and wandering souls.“Damn it, Cullen

“Seventy-seven missed calls, Raven. Seventy-seven.”Raven sat across the polished table, his posture relaxed. He had made it to Emerson's company today, for two reasons.He could sense Emerson’s irritation bleeding through his composed exterior. It was visibly a storm brewing beneath calm waters. Raven remained silent though, waiting for the storm to break.The presenter, standing near the projector, glanced nervously between the two men. He cleared his throat and pressed on, his voice trembling slightly. “As I was saying, the venture’s projected returns are significant, given the initial investment. With SupportYou Corp.'s backing….”“It’s average,” Raven interrupted, his voice calm yet cutting. He leaned back, his eyes meeting Emerson’s briefly before fixing on the presenter. “Let’s not waste time dressing this up. The concept is unoriginal, and your projections are optimistic at best. The risk analysis is weak. If we proceed, we invest half of what you’re asking… no more.”The pres

The banter between Raven and Emerson went on. “Tchh! And you wouldn't have chased out every interviewee that walks through that door? You're the boogeyman, Emerson.”Emerson’s laugh echoed softly in the office as Raven gestured wildly during one of his over-the-top retorts. “You didn't watch pennywise now, did you? Shame on y….”And then both their phones rang.Simultaneously.Raven froze mid-sentence. The vibration of both ringing devices was coming from his pocket. He glanced at Emerson, who had gone still, narrowing his eyes.Slowly, Raven fished both phones out of his jacket. It wasn’t unusual how Emerson always handed his phone over during meetings, trusting Raven to silence it and manage the distractions. Still, it was a habit that if kept on for long would hardly die.Raven held up the devices, one in each hand, and raised an eyebrow.“Yours and mine,” he said flatly.“Obviously,” Emerson replied, already exasperated. He hated a ringing phone. Didn't matter who it belonged to.

Emerson’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove toward home. He blinked rapidly, willing himself to stay in the moment. But the more he fought it, the stronger the unwelcomed memories pushed forward.It was only the beginning, a sharp bite of recollection. He gripped the wheel tighter, his knuckles whitening. Cold sweat already formed on the back of his neck.No. Not now.His house loomed in the distance. It was the only solace he had left. When he stepped through the front door, the silence wrapped around him like a cocoon. The house was empty—no lights, no noise. It was late, Friday night. And as usual, the staff had gone home for the weekend. The last Friday of the month was sacred. Almost like a tradition where they all retreated, leaving him to his solitude. He made that rule.“Welcome home, Mio Dio,” a voice greeted him, bright and sweet in the otherwise dark room. Emerson flinched. His heart skipped a beat as the light flicked on, revealing Porsche standing b