Novels by Blue Pearl

~COOLEY~ “Why do you want me to do that to your brother? Aren’t you related by blood?” I asked, surprised and a little shocked at the cruelty in his voice. “Of course, we are related by blood. He is my older brother,” he said with a small smile. “And as for why I want you involved, that is something you don't need to comprehend at this moment.” “Is he gay?” I asked because I needed to understand the situation I was getting myself into. “Yes, he is gay. He likes men. I have caught him screwing the ass of different men several times, but in public, he acts as if he is only interested in women,” he gritted out. “That’s weird,” I said softly. “He is not just weird; he is a sick individual who enjoys hurting other people, and he is good at hiding it. Most people think he is a nice guy and very disciplined, but trust me, he is not.” I looked at him and wondered if he heard himself. The way he talked about his brother was just as if he was talking about himself. They have to

~COOLEY~ The following night, I entered the casino wearing a black half-mask that hid my face but not my nerves. I was here to meet Lott. But before that, I needed to hear a few things about him so that I could prepare myself. The air was thick with the smells of smoke, sweat, and money. The sound of chips clicking across tables echoed through the room. Laughter came and went in quick gasps. I sat at the bar area. It didn’t take long.Two men came and sat close to me, each with a drink in hand and careless about their words. “—I told you, Lott only wants pretty boys.” “So the new one you gave him?” The other man laughed loudly. “He’s dead. That beast fucked him to death and approved my loan instantly.” My heart started thudding. So that was it. He wants to fuck me. Will I also die? I knew I liked men. But this wasn’t how I imagined my first time to be. I walked into the bathroom, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. Once inside, I entered a cubicle and too

~COOLEY~ His hand clamped down on my wrist. Before I could move, the room spun violently. My back slammed against the sofa, and my breath was knocked from my lungs. A searing pain shot through my spine, but my instincts kicked in. I pushed to my feet to flee. And then I saw his gun. The click of the cocking echoed through the room. Then he lifted it just above my temple, unflinching. “You’d better not move,” he said, a cruel smile curving his lips. He pushed me back against the sofa, his face inches from mine. The warmth of his body pushed me down and there was no space to move. I struggled to breathe; his cologne was choking me. My hands were shaking as I grasped the cushions for support. “Excuse me, how…did I…offend you?” I stuttered. “Your father owes Dark Horse Society fifty million dollars,” he said with a very annoying low voice which made the words hit me hard. “And I’m here to collect it.” “Fifty… million?” My voice was trembling under disbelief. The doo

~COOLEY~ I've just been released from prison. Two years ago, my life fell apart within a month. My father's business was the first to go bankrupt because of an unknown whistle blower. This made our family name become what must not be whispered or talked about in business circles. Old alliances avoided us, partners disappeared and doors that once opened easily were closed. Then my Father passed away in our living room. The physician stated that a heart attack was the reason for his death. Although I doubted it because my father did not had a heart attack history in his health chart. However, I had no clue that it was not the end. When the investigation of my father's company revealed my father's tax fraud, the law responded as it typically does. Because the offender had died, an adult family member needed to fulfill the sentence on his behalf. My uncle and aunt didn't show any signs of hesitation before they determined my fate that I would be the one to go to prison.