บททั้งหมดของ BLUE TALE (The Series): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

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

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

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

The moment Emmerdale stepped fully into the room, his gaze landed on the peculiar scene before him and he froze.Blood. Indeed, there was blood.Not much, but quite enough to make his stomach churn. The 'sexbot', Porsche, was slumped unconscious in a chair. Its head was tilted back, eyes were closed in a deep sleep. One harm hung loosely over the side of the armrest with blood dripping from its wrist. In its other hand was a knife. A penknife."Oh. My. GOD!" Those three words rolled out of Raven's tongue as he stepped towards Porsche. "You've done it! You've finally crossed the line, Emerson! You made it commit suicide?!"Emerson, at that, snapped out of his frozen daze. "What? No! What the fuck?!"Raven pointed dramatically. "Just look at it, it's right in front of you! Blood. Knife. These are classic signs! All because you rejected the holy water!""Holy what?! What holy water?"Raven's face twisted in a mock horror as he wagged an accusatory finger. "You scoffed at the divine inte

The sterile light from the charging pod illuminated the room, painting the human-like figure in an eerie glow. Emerson’s eyes traced every detail, every curve of the flawless skin stretched over a body that defied imperfection. It wasn’t mechanical, not entirely. There were no seams, no wires, just a body—alive but not alive. His chest tightened, his breath shallow as he stood before this fusion of man and machine. His mind was surprisingly dancing between awe and greed.He didn’t know when a smile spread across his face. But it lingered, sickeningly sweet. That smile, however, flickered. He clenched his jaw and balled his fists at his sides. He could feel it rising within him: a hunger. Primal and raw. He didn’t just want this creation; he needed it, to own it. The urge clawed at him, unrelenting. A single word escaped his lips in a low and venomous form.“Mine.”His thoughts spiraled back to the boy’s confession in the video files he had scrolled for answers.“I don’t have money,