Poorreader Stories

Yandere rich sisters x poor male reader. Might actually do this one at some point. Maybe not. Don't bet on it.

"What the-" You gaped as Brandon Rogers; clad in pink spandex and horrendous makeup zoomed past you with aggressive screaming. His (her??) baby slipped out of his hands and deadass smacked you in the face-- it fell down with a flop, unmoving. "OH GOD." You let out a shrill scream as you imagined Child Services knocking on your door-- which was stupid, for reasons along the lines of 'i was kidnapped', 'it was involuntary', 'go arrest Brandon Rogers', and 'this is lost angeles i live in kansas good luck'. Brandon Rogers was nowhere in sight. OR/: You go to sleep, wake up, and find yourself stuck in a shuffled nonstop loop of Brandon Rogers videos. Reader copes with it :))

I was isekai'd into a world that didn't need me. No prophecy. No blessing. No second chances wrapped in light. Just poverty, hunger, and a palace that crushed people quietly. I became a nameless palace chef. Someone meant to work, not to matter. I survived by staying invisible. Until the day the Emperor tasted my food. From that moment on, the palace began to watch. Concubines smiled with knives behind their teeth. Servants whispered. And safety stopped being simple. The Emperor's interest is not gentle. Affection in this palace is a sentence, not a gift. I can run and disappear like so many before me. Or I can stay, endure the jealousy, the danger, the slow unraveling-and see if I can survive being wanted by a man who owns everything. This is not a love story about being chosen. It's a story about what it costs to be noticed in a world built to destroy what it desires.

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄. 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐏. [Y/N], a young woman studying for her future in Kamome Academy, high school division, is in dire need of money. It wasn't until the unexpected meeting with the cheeky amber-eyed apparition that her life changed for the better- or worse.