It is very exciting to have RFNasua with us to feature their book »Lady Reaper Reianne« as our next book of the month! Underneath you can find the next interview where we talked about the author and their story!

AUTHOR BIO

❝ My pen name is RFNasua, a hobby writer. In real life, I am a corporate lawyer. I long wanted to include dialogues in contracts, but my boss might not appreciate that. ❞

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PREMISE

❝ In writing the story, I wanted to explore and answer a question--what could people become once they are removed from their past traumas and bad experiences? Is being given a clean slate to move forward truly beneficial? There is no right or wrong answer, of course.

Aside from the above, the book has a Yin and Yang theme--the good in the bad, the bad in the good, which is represented by my main characters, Reianne and Gio. ❞

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TEASER SCENE

❝ Past midnight and a dozen dizzy spells after, and I was again staring at the rooftop of Musa's Main Facility in my Reaper outfit, although in a lot worse condition than the first time. I raised trembling fingers to massage my temples to ease the painful pounding in my head while my other hand clutched DeathScythe tightly. Heaving one exhausted breath after another, I steadied my stance, willing my gaze to focus on where I should land.

Taking one unsteady step back after another, and despite my body's protests, I gave one final heave before sprinting, firmly planting my foot on the edge of the building for momentum as I jumped. I landed not so gracefully as I hoped, bruising my shoulder on impact as I rolled.

Grunting, I stood up and fell back on my knees when my surroundings spun. I stayed in that position, unmoving, while I wait for my vision to right itself again. All my four limbs were shaking at this point, vehemently objecting to my commands of movement. Breathing heavily, I straightened and stood up again despite the overwhelming exhaustion I was feeling.

I knew I was in no condition to fight. I also knew I couldn't give up.

Just one more thing to do then I could rest. Just one.

A blurred image sailed past my right and it was on pure instinct that I dodged, a metal baton missing my face by mere centimeters. Gripping DeathSycth tight, I plunged the blade into the man's torso, turning the hilt as I shoved it in a little more. Blood flowed generously from the man's body, coating the blade and the ground with crimson that glistened under the moonlit sky. The man fell onto the ground lifeless.

DeathScythe's first kill.

With another heave, I swung the blade to dislodge the blood and proceeded to enter the building. From behind me, there was a patter of hurried footsteps and a crack of a gun. Pain sliced across my shoulders as I turned, twirling my weapon to ward off more oncoming bullets from three of Musa's men. I kept rotating my blades, keeping enough momentum despite my aching muscles because stopping would mean death, at the very least.

When the volley of bullets lessened, I sent my needles to each of their throats and watch them crumple onto the floor.

Wiping the blood flowing down my arm with my shirt to secure my grip of DeathScythe once again, I entered the building.

Like the other labs I visited earlier, I went and located the ventilation shafts and planted my devices there, blinking several times to clear my vision. For this to work, I needed to plant these devices properly in at least half of the floors.

Just after I installed the device, I felt a presence behind me. I turned, but it was too late. A blow at my torso, had me doubling over, and soon after, sirens were blaring, alerting the whole building of my presence.

Gritting my teeth at the pain, I swung my blade in one swift arc, its razor-sharp edge connecting with the man's neck which promptly spewed blood all over the place.

The hurried footsteps of other men approaching echoed from the distance. Instead of running though, I waited for them.

Because the next step in my plan was to cause mayhem.

And come they did. With guns strapped on their shoulders, they approached, aiming their firearms at me.

"Stay where you are!" one of them growled.

"This bitch again." Another one.

"You're lucky we have instruction to get you alive. Or your body would be full of holes by now," one of them jeered.

A staggered footstep forward. "Unfortunately for you, bitch, I don't care if you die," I said, breathless.

My head felt so heavy. My limbs kept shaking. But I tightened my grip on my blade and with the next flourished movement, my needles struck and got embedded between eyes. Three of them fell. Forcing my aching legs to move, I slid to the ground towards them to evade their bullets. Crouching, DeathScythe swirled low and struck knees and ankles in the next second, staining the white marbled floors and walls with circular crimson rivulets. Pained howls, followed by intense cursings, bounced off the otherwise silent walls.

The next moment, I sent DeathScythe's tip into the man nearest me. A dull thud of a body meeting the cold floor followed a grunt of pain.

Air got knocked out of me the next second as my back collided against the wall. DeathScythe clattered to the ground. Shots rang and burning pain erupted on my right leg dragging a strained cry from my chest. A blow connected against my torso and I doubled over, grunting and gritting my teeth.

"Bitch."

A hand clamped tightly around my neck, hauling me up and cutting the flow of air to my lungs. The lack of air made me more dazed, adding to my fatigue.

Exhausted.

I felt so fucking exhausted.

I was just so fucking bone-weary and tired of everything. Mentally and physically.

But I could not give up yet.

Fucking not here. Not with these people.

Gripping his shoulders as a focal point, I pushed against the wall and drove my knees against his crotch. His grip on my neck loosened and I fell to the ground heaving for air and coughing due to the effort.

The reprieve was short, however, because soon, another fist sailed and connected with my face. The taste of copper filled my mouth.

My hand found DeathSycthe and I blindly swung upwards. My assailant evaded the blades with a quick step backward.

"Bitch, quit fighting. Can't you see you're cornered?" one said, followed by a mocking snicker.

I refocused my attention on the men. He was right. There were at least twenty of them still standing, all with guns drawn.

I fucking recognized some of them. Those fucking faces who delivered blow after blow on my Dad's bloodied frame. The merciless faces holding the whip as they lashed him more times than a grown hardened man could handle. The sadistic glee they had when they tried one torture implements on him after another.

These men.

I will show them no mercy.

The rumbling from deep within my core ignited, quickly ascending from my depths and erupting from my body with such force that it created a whirlwind inside the building where we were at. Gripping my blades, I leaped and spun, swirling DeathScythe from the top of my head and bringing it down in one full spin against the nearest man's head as my feet landed on the ground.

Blind shots echoed once more but I was beyond caring. I could fucking die here, right now, but I was determined to take all of these people to hell.

I swung my blades continuously, cutting off limbs and bodies. I did not care anymore. They will all die, and they will die in pieces.

I struck my blade at someone's face, the last one, and watched the life drain from his eyes. He fell to the ground, some other pieces of him scattered somewhere else.

When it was over, I was standing in the middle of dismembered corpses, covered in blood--mine and theirs--with ashen tendrils of death swirling all around me, licking up the remaining signs of life from the room.

The euphoria quickly faded into exhaustion once again. I quickly went about my work without further interruption. ❞

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INTERVIEW

1. How did you start writing on Wattpad?

❝ At first, I was just an avid reader of Wattpad. I especially like stories with funny gender bender tropes and those with strong, sassy heroines. After some time, I read all the books I liked and could not find stories with my favorite tropes. Hence, I started writing the book that I wanted to read in Wattpad. I am my first--and back then, the only--reader of my book. I still read my book from time to time with the perspective of a reader and for my own enjoyment. ❞

2. What was the inspiration for your book »Lady Reaper Reianne«? If you could describe your story in only three words, what would they be?

❝ Reianne, as a character, has been with me since I was young. The very first time I had written about Reianne, she was just 12 years old. I think she grew up with me. Hence, it is hard to pinpoint a specific inspiration for the book. However, I decided to write a book after I immensely enjoyed a web novel with a really interesting female lead. The web novel itself is not very well written, but the female lead has such a strong pull for me that I powered through and finished the story even if it had 2,000+ chapters. I realized that the story I wanted to write does not have to be perfect to be entertaining. It gave me the push to write the story.

If I can describe Lady Reaper Reianne in three words, it would be "glowing blue balls." You need to read the story to understand. It's kind of an inside joke among the readers. Hehe.  ❞

3. Which details or scenes in »Lady Reaper Reianne« are most unique and interesting to you?

❝ My main character, Reianne, can fight most people, has a photographic memory, and can disable a hulk of a man with a throwing needle, but she cannot drive a car or shoot a gun. Also, it's not a scene, but most of the time, the titles of my chapters involve some pun or another. Hehe. ❞

4. If you were a character in your story, which one would you be and why?

❝ Between us, the personality I have in real life is more like Ran, who is the villain in the story. My personality online or when I drink too much, is more like Reianne. ❞

5. Do you intend to write another book in the future? What advice would you give to other writers who wish to try writing as well?

❝ I am currently writing the 2nd book of Lady Reaper Reianne. I am also writing Project Nyx, which has darker themes. My advice to others is simple--write the book for you and be your own reader. ❞

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And we end our amazing interview with RFNasua here. Thank you for being with us this November. We all hope you all got to know the author like us and discovered some unique details about the story, »Lady Reaper Reianne«. We will see you next month with another amazing story.