Novels by Bluepearl

A day after I woke up, my dearest father decided to visit me at the hospital. He sat down on one of the chairs beside me, head bowed as if he were weighing whether he deserved to be here at all. His shoulders looked heavier than I remembered, his hair more silver than black. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence pressed in, thick with years of things left unsaid. Ethan lingered by the door, his presence grounding, solid. Then, without a word, he gave a small nod and stepped outside, quietly closing the door behind him and leaving the room to me and my father. I watched my father inhale deeply . "I'm glad you're alright," finally said, raising his gaze to meet mine. "I'm so sorry Alexander, this is all my fault." His voice cracked a bit. "Yes it is." I replied simply. The words surprised even me, but I didn’t take them back. I wouldn’t soften the truth for his comfort anymore. "I'm sorry about everything. About my brother, about me shaping you to be like me." He paused

I woke up to the sound of plastic crinkling. Christ , everything hurts.At first, I thought I was still dreaming. The last the I remembered was driving home and a car hitting mine. Everything felt wrong,like my body was sinking. My eyelids fluttered, stubborn and uncooperative, refusing to open properly. My head aching in a not so usual way.at first everything was blurred, I could only see a shape moved beside me and sound of Soft footsteps.A woman’s voice hummed under her breath.I forced my eyes to open completely.The sound of the steady beeping and the ceiling above me was obviously that of a hospital. I hate hospitals but it looks like I visited the hospital more often lately.My gaze drifted down slowly, my vision clear but still a little blurring before it sharpened enough to register a nurse standing by my bedside, adjusting something connected to my arm.A drip.“oh,” the nurse breathed when she noticed my eyes open. “Good morning.”My throat felt dry. Scratchy. Like I’d swal

Seeing Alex in the hospital bed made my eyes watered. I wasn't the type to cry or let my emotions show. I came close to loosing him twice no three times in less than one year. I won't be able to move on if something happened to him.It's been three days since the accident and I pretty much haven't slept a wink. Eating didn't even cross my mind. I looked like shit. I Hadn’t changed out of the clothes I’d worn the night Alex almost died in front of me. My knuckles were bruised, my shoulder still burned from where debris had caught me, and there was dried blood under my nails I hadn’t bothered scrubbing away.Because none of that mattered.Only Alex did.The hallway outside his room had become our own personal purgatory.Aiden sat curled into one of the plastic chairs, knees pulled to his chest, eyes red and swollen. He hadn’t stopped crying,not really. Every now and then the tears would pause, his breathing would even out, and for a few minutes he’d look like himself again.Then he’d re

It happened in less than a breath. One second, Alex’s car was still in front of me, and the next... Metal screamed. A car burst from nowhere, a violent blur of headlights and steel, slamming into Alex’s side with a force so brutal it stole the air from my lungs. The sound wasn’t just loud, it was wrong. The kind of sound that rewires your brain forever. “No!” The word tore out of me as Alex’s car spun, flipping like it weighed nothing, glass exploding into the air. Time slowed in that horrifying way it does when reality fractures. I watched his car roll once,third time then slam to a stop. Fire sparked almost immediately. My entire world narrowed to that burning wreck. I didn’t remember pulling over. Didn’t remember throwing my car into park or leaving the door wide open in the middle of the road. I just knew my feet were moving, my body running on instinct older than fear, older than thought. “Alex!” I screamed, sprinting toward the wreckage. Heat slammed into me as I got

Hospitals had a way of stealing time. Minutes stretched into hours, hours collapsed into something shapeless and heavy, and by the time I glanced at the clock again, it felt like the day had already swallowed itself whole. I’d barely slept or eaten. Barely breathed without feeling like something hard was pressed on chest. The hallway outside my father’s room was quiet except for the squeak of nurses’ shoes,the distant beeping of monitors reminding me that bodies were fragile things no matter how much money wrapped itself around them. The nurses came every once in a while to check up on my father. It's not like he was in a critical condition. I leaned back in the chair close to my father's bed, arms crossed, leg bouncing despite my effort to keep still. Every time my phone vibrated, my heart jumped and every time it didn’t, I felt oddly disappointed. I had told Ethan to leave.But I knew he wouldn't. It was easier to get Angry when he wasn’t close enough to touch. The room wa

Sleep refused to come.The bedroom smelled like him. His soap. His cologne. The faint trace of blood and antiseptic that hadn’t fully faded yet. I lay on my back, one arm draped over my eyes, replaying his words like they were etched into bone.How am I supposed to love someone I can’t trust?That sentence had done more damage than Joe Blackwood ever could.I turned my head toward the door, half-expecting it to open. Half-hoping he’d change his mind. He didn’t. The guest room door remained closed, a quiet declaration I couldn’t argue with.I deserved this.That truth sat heavy in my chest.I’d told him I wouldn’t hide anything from him again. I’d meant it. God, I had meant it. But intentions didn’t erase impact, and my reasons—however logical they’d seemed—had shattered something fragile we’d only just begun to build.I exhaled slowly and sat up, swinging my legs off the bed. The clock on the nightstand read 2:47 a.m.Too late to sleep. Too early to fix anything.I stood and crossed t