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EVEN IN MY NIGHTMARES
Huling Na-update:
2025-05-08 17:01:52
Kaugnay na kabanata
PRETEND PRINCESS NEW NIGHTMARE
Yuki's POVIt only got worse.Much, much worse.Whatever joy I had clung to at the start of the week had been sucked dry like the last drop of soda from a paper straw. My sense of humor was dry. My sarcasm was wilted. My sparkle? Dull.Miss Boss Chic, born of a damned Chanel purse and a vat of cold bitterness, had it as a bloody habit to visit our office every 72 hours. Not once a week. Not when she felt like it. Every. Damn. Seventy-two. Hours. Like a broken time loop created in the devil's HR department.Last week had been hell.She treated us like animals. No—like combatants in a war zone of spreadsheets, emails, and caffeine withdrawal symptoms. Her lips seldom curled up into anything approximating a smile. They usually curled up into snarls or sneers. And she growled more than she ever spoke.In Japanese.fortunate cunt.She knew i couldn't always understand her, and I was certain she did it just to gain control. The rest of us had to make educated guesses from context and read h
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-08PRETEND PRINCESS WORSE THAN I THOUGHT
Yuki's pov Five days. Five nasty, soul-destroying, dream-killing, hair-ripping, days in the office of Sheng Li.The office itself, I see, is also known as Shenglutec, which the Japanese apparently find so profound about "path of the victorious" or some maudlin tripe like that. I should think it has a better title, Shengluhell, though.By day two, I was sure this woman was not strict—she was demonic. By day three, I was sure she was out for blood. By day four, I suspected she might just be a vampire. And by today—day five—I was sure of one thing: I was losing my damn mind.I never thought I would ever miss the warmth, hospitality, and casual murmurings of my former place of employment. But by Lord, I would trade my soul for a mug of that sterile familiarity at present. There were people who laughed. There were people who breathed. There was a place I could live.But here? All things were grey.The lights? Grey. The walls? Grey. The people? Grey-eyed zombies. Actual walking corpses in
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-09PRETEND PRINCESS DINNER WITH SECRETS
Zed's POVI wasn't supposed to show up tonight.I usually only break in through the window of Zara to give her grief. Her window creaks open in the loudest most embarrassing way possible, and the pink plush doormat in front of it? She swore last week to staple a notice to my forehead reading, "Shoes off, rodent."But it's become a ritual—this spontaneous, late-night stop I make. I guess it's more about me needing to see her than it is about her. To hear her complain about my fast food. To sniff at my bruised laptop. To roll her eyes at my intrusion.Tonight, I told you about the new piece of junk I had to buy. "Laptop's dead. Fried itself like an egg in the middle of a decryption cycle. Had to replace it. You know, no big deal, just six hundred hours of work down the drain," I declared dramatically as I climbed in.She said nothing.Not even a snort.I even waved the aluminum tray of birria tacos under her nose—a surefire method of getting her complaining about the way her room was go
Huling Na-update : 2025-05-09PRETEND PRINCESS UNSEEN
Yuki's povThe sharp smack of my resume hitting the floor echoed like a gunshot in the room. My eyes darted to the crumpled paper lying there, a small but loud reminder of how this day had already gone to shit.I stood there, mouth slightly open, staring at the manager like she’d just cursed my ancestors. What the actual hell?“I’m sorry,” she said, though her tone suggested she wasn’t sorry at all. She crossed her arms, her nails clicking against her sleeve like a countdown to my dismissal. “We’re not hiring.”I blinked, thrown off. “Not hiring?” I echoed, incredulous. “I saw the vacancy notice. Like… this vacancy notice.” I held up my phone, scrolling to the job listing I’d literally applied for two days ago.She didn’t even glance at it. “Well, the position’s been filled.”What? No. No, that didn’t make sense. I’d prepped for this interview for days. I’d ironed my pink blazer to perfection, styled my hair like I was meeting the love of my life, and walked into this cold, soulless o
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-13PRETEND PRINCESS SPLINTERED REFLECTIONS
Yuki's povThe aroma of jasmine tea curled through the air like a calming balm, its warm tendrils dancing around my senses. I sat cross-legged on the couch, the teacup cradled in my hands. Suzu was sprawled out at my feet, her little three-legged body stretched like she had no worries in the world. Lucky her.Lily was bustling around the kitchen, humming some off-key tune as she sorted Grandpa’s meds for the day. She wasn’t exactly a great singer, but she had the kind of energy that made her presence comforting. My best friend, my rock, my unofficial therapist.“So,” she called out, her voice slightly muffled over the clinking bottles. “How’s the unemployed life treating you, Mr. Fancy Blazer?”I snorted into my tea. “Just peachy. I’ve got the free time to sip tea like an old English lord. All I need now is a butler to feed me grapes.”Before Lily could respond, the crash came.It started with the shattering of glass, the teacup slipping from my fingers and hitting the floor as Grandp
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-13PRETEND PRINCESS OPERATION FEMME
Yuki's povThe morning sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, casting warm golden streaks across the countertop. Grandpa sat at the dining table, watching me with vague curiosity as I helped him with breakfast.Lily had texted earlier, saying she’d be late. That left me in charge.I flipped the eggs with practiced ease, Making sure they were cooked to the precision grandpa liked.“Here you go, Pops,” I said, setting his plate down. “Sunny-side up, just how you like it.”Grandpa nodded, his eyes slightly vacant, but he still managed a small smile. “Thank you, Laurie.”I stiffened but quickly forced a grin. “No problem, old man.”I placed his morning meds next to his plate. “Don’t forget these.”As he started eating, I turned to the kitchen counter, only for my stomach to drop.Electricity bill: $200 Money owed: $420 Total: $620 “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.At this rate, I’d have to start selling my organs.Before I could wallow in my financial despair, my phone vibr
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-13PRETEND PRINCESS A DIFFERENT KIND OF MASK
Yuki's povThe wig felt strange as it tugged snugly over my head, a little tighter than I would have liked. Lily stood behind me, arms crossed in exasperation, her lips pursed as she stared at my reflection in the mirror.“You know,” she said, tugging the wig to adjust it just right, “when you called me asking if you would look good as a girl, I thought you were just fishing for compliments. If I knew you planned to lie your way into a job, I would have said no!”I grinned, brushing her off with a dramatic flick of my hand. “Oh, come on, Lily. I’ve been bullied half my life for looking like a girl anyway. I might as well make money from it. Call it poetic justice.”Lily narrowed her eyes. “Uh-huh. And you think you can fool them? For how long? A week? Maybe three?”“Three weeks is more than enough to prove my worth,” I said confidently, shrugging.She didn’t look convinced. But then, as she stepped back and I turned to the mirror, a strange hush fell between us.The reflection staring
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-13PRETEND PRINCESS COFFEE AND DESIGNER
Yuki's pov---When I walked into CreedX Technologies that morning, every ounce of confidence I had was tightly packed into my carefully chosen outfit: a black fitted skirt that ended just above my knees, a crisp white button-down shirt, and Lily’s shimmering red pumps—shoes I swore I’d never return. The outfit was subdued compared to my usual vibrant style, but I needed to play it safe. The makeup Lily applied blended so seamlessly it felt like a second skin, softening the edges of my masculine features just enough. My name on the application? Yuyu Roman.As I sat in the lobby, hands folded over the leather portfolio I brought as a prop, I kept my head high. I told myself, “You’ve got this, Yuki—no, Yuyu.” It had been a month of relentless preparation. Lily drilled me on how to speak, how to walk in heels without looking like a baby deer, and how to answer interview questions with enough charm to keep suspicions at bay. This was my chance. I needed this job. For Grandpa. For Suzu. Fo
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-13
Pinakabagong kabanata
PRETEND PRINCESS DINNER WITH SECRETS
Zed's POVI wasn't supposed to show up tonight.I usually only break in through the window of Zara to give her grief. Her window creaks open in the loudest most embarrassing way possible, and the pink plush doormat in front of it? She swore last week to staple a notice to my forehead reading, "Shoes off, rodent."But it's become a ritual—this spontaneous, late-night stop I make. I guess it's more about me needing to see her than it is about her. To hear her complain about my fast food. To sniff at my bruised laptop. To roll her eyes at my intrusion.Tonight, I told you about the new piece of junk I had to buy. "Laptop's dead. Fried itself like an egg in the middle of a decryption cycle. Had to replace it. You know, no big deal, just six hundred hours of work down the drain," I declared dramatically as I climbed in.She said nothing.Not even a snort.I even waved the aluminum tray of birria tacos under her nose—a surefire method of getting her complaining about the way her room was go
PRETEND PRINCESS WORSE THAN I THOUGHT
Yuki's pov Five days. Five nasty, soul-destroying, dream-killing, hair-ripping, days in the office of Sheng Li.The office itself, I see, is also known as Shenglutec, which the Japanese apparently find so profound about "path of the victorious" or some maudlin tripe like that. I should think it has a better title, Shengluhell, though.By day two, I was sure this woman was not strict—she was demonic. By day three, I was sure she was out for blood. By day four, I suspected she might just be a vampire. And by today—day five—I was sure of one thing: I was losing my damn mind.I never thought I would ever miss the warmth, hospitality, and casual murmurings of my former place of employment. But by Lord, I would trade my soul for a mug of that sterile familiarity at present. There were people who laughed. There were people who breathed. There was a place I could live.But here? All things were grey.The lights? Grey. The walls? Grey. The people? Grey-eyed zombies. Actual walking corpses in
PRETEND PRINCESS NEW NIGHTMARE
Yuki's POVIt only got worse.Much, much worse.Whatever joy I had clung to at the start of the week had been sucked dry like the last drop of soda from a paper straw. My sense of humor was dry. My sarcasm was wilted. My sparkle? Dull.Miss Boss Chic, born of a damned Chanel purse and a vat of cold bitterness, had it as a bloody habit to visit our office every 72 hours. Not once a week. Not when she felt like it. Every. Damn. Seventy-two. Hours. Like a broken time loop created in the devil's HR department.Last week had been hell.She treated us like animals. No—like combatants in a war zone of spreadsheets, emails, and caffeine withdrawal symptoms. Her lips seldom curled up into anything approximating a smile. They usually curled up into snarls or sneers. And she growled more than she ever spoke.In Japanese.fortunate cunt.She knew i couldn't always understand her, and I was certain she did it just to gain control. The rest of us had to make educated guesses from context and read h
PRETEND PRINCESS EVEN IN MY NIGHTMARES
Creed's POVI was barely hanging by the thread by the time the meeting ended.I did not even realize how I was answering the questions. Or if I was even answering them at all. My head was a foggy mixture of lip gloss, swaying pink stilettos, and breathy whispers. My lower back ached where the sweat was congealing there under my shirt. My jaw ached from how hard I was clenching it. Each breath scraped like it was ripping through my ribs.I didn't say a word to anyone. Not even when my assistant, Becky, tried to bring me more files. I grunted at her, having trouble not yelling at her about the pink lipstick. She went white and nodded quickly and backed away like I was a bomb.Maybe I was.I locked myself into my office and just. stood. For minutes. Hours? I had no clue.I could still see him.Yuki.Yuyu.Dancing in my head like a damn fever dream. That slick mouth curling around filthy words. That wig swishing a little bit every time he nodded his head. Those long fingers licking throu
PRETEND PRINCESS A MIRAGE IN LIP GLOSS
Creed's POVI didn't sleep much last night. Not that I ever really sleep anymore. It's like, closing my eyes is an invitation for him, that annoying guy with the lip gloss and pink pant suits and perpetual ruin. Yuki Roman. Yuyu Roman. Whatever name he's going by this week, who cares. He's always tagging along behind me.And here I was, across the sprawling obsidian table, trying to focus on the droning voices of suit-wearing men with expensive cologne and stale paper smells. I had a headache. Not any headache—the kind that presses behind your eyes and makes you want to scurry under a desk."Creed X needs to step up," someone was saying."Revenue shares are off thirty-two percent this quarter.""Investors haven't invested a dime in nearly a month. It's as if the spark vanished."Spark.I knew exactly what that referred to. Or rather, whom.Yuki Roman. That wicked walking confetti bomb in stilettos. The chaos. The pink. The shine. The attitude. The absurdity. The genius."You shrugged
PRETEND PRINCESS THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA
Yuki's povFriday already, and I walked into the office looking a whole lot better than I had all week. Something about waking up without crying counted as a victory, I guess. I had on my favorite pink pantsuit, fitted in the right places, flared in the right places, over a white blazer and over a white crop top that was wrapped around me like a best friend's hug. Whoever gave the assignment to get me to stop dressing like Yu-Yu Roman because I was a boy must not have been the one. Yu-Yu Roman was not a costume; it was me. Me fabulous, me bold, me crazy. Yuki wearing a wig. And no, I didn't mind if that made people nuts. In fact, that was half the fun. And although I didn't have the one thing that burned in my heart at the moment—Creed—I still needed to be me. For Grandpa. For Mom and Dad who watched from heaven. For myself.I stopped at the entrance of the workspace and put my hands together in a quick prayer gesture. "Let today be fabulous," I said quietly. "And keep the haters in
PRETEND PRINCESS NOT SO HOLLOW
Yuki's POVI wrapped my knees around my chest, buried my head, and let myself fall into the quiet. Just for an instant. Just until the false voices stopped in my head."Hey," I spoke softly to nothing. "If you were here… I think I'd be okay."But he wasn't. And neither was I. So I let the quiet overtake meEven without Creed,and his pretty features and shary mouth .I still had Lily. My best friend. My sister from another mister. The only one who got all my colors, from cotton-candy pink to black rage. And though it looked like we were floating away, tangled in our own lives, what better time to pull her close than now? Especially when every corner of me felt empty and paper-thin.And I missed Grandpa Roman. My forever cranky sunshine. I'd not heard his deep voice in days, had not seen his sleepy grin, had not made fun of his horrid sock choices. I felt lost.So I phoned.The screen flashed, the spinning loading wheel whirring like a worried dancer across the stage. And then Lily's fa
PRETEND PRINCESS FIND MY WAY HOME
Yuki's POVI was pissed. Incandescent with anger. Japan wasn't like America, and I was suddenly bitching out,at my state of distress. Already a minute to midnight and running out of battery.The streets of Tokyo, which had once been so vibrant and alive, had grown quiet and deserted, and I was left with only my thoughts and the faint light of streetlamps. I had roamed the city streets, trying to clear my head, but now I couldn't find any familiar landmarks. The city's maze-like streets and the absence of street names made things no easier."Fine," I complained, lowering my voice to an impersonation of Creed's. "Miss Roman, how did you get lost?"I continued with the act, playing the two parts."Well, Mr. Creed, I took a walk to calm my head and ended up. here.""Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."I signed, feeling the weight of it all crashing down on me. "Something must be really, really wrong with me," I whispered.I wandered along the streets, the maze-like layout of the city not he
PRETEND PRINCESS ANGRY BIRD
Yuki's POVI was tired.No—tiredness was for ordinary people who had to deal with traffic and taxes and misplace where they left their keys.Me? Fatigue. Soul-burned. Heart-frost. Libido-dead. It had been what, two million years since I'd had sex? Okay, not that long but in Yuki time, that was practically Jurassic.And I knew I was exaggerating—but I'm a drama queen. Or was.Recently, I was just. ugh. Even the people I work with noticed. And let's be real: when I bring the bad energy, it's officially doomsday. Usually, I'm the one bouncing around like a human glitter cannon, dispensing sarcasm and skipping through patients' rooms with brightly colored hairpins and irresponsibly sweet coffee. Today,Today, I sat behind my desk like a cheap Squidward.You okay?" Jim whispered by, a tray in her hand and that knowing frown on her face."Peachy," I growled, poking at the keyboard as if it offended me personally.She didn't believe me. No one did.Because I wasn't okay.Nothing was okay.I
