RS_Vaesen

Let’s be frank: my stepmother is human trash. She has always been, and she’ll always be. That’s just how life is. But I’ve got to admit that she’s outdoing herself today. ‘Cause, darn, she’s just told me, first thing in the goddamn morning, that I’m to be wed in a few hours’ time for the prosperity of the clan. That has the merit to be crystal clear, at least. Alright, sure. Fine. I can live with an arranged marriage. It’s not the worst thing she’s done. What’s not fine, though, is my spouse’s gender, age, and species. I want to make three points clear: 1. I’m not into men. 2. I’m not into older people. 3. I’m not into other species. Guess what? It appears my future partner is everything listed above. Male, old enough to be my ancestor, and a demon! ...Is it too late to run away? Asking for a friend. ______________________________ Doesn’t-give-a-fuck-anymore human x pampering older demon [BL] ______________________________ Free of copyright picture used for the bookcover by Leonhard_Niederwimmer

“Happy Christmas Eve!” chuckled the old man as he strapped a watch around Misha’s wrist. “Have a nice trip.” The next morning, the 25-year-old Misha woke up with a pounding headache, sore muscles, and strong nausea. In short, the perfect hangover. But when he saw his reflection in the mirror, he soon realized that the pain wasn’t caused by the terrifying amount of alcohol he had drunk the previous day. His body had shrunk. A lot. He didn’t have the time to think too much about it since his mother suddenly erupted in his room - the next day, his sister did the same thing. Mother and sister who had died a long time ago. The old man wasn't crazy. As he had predicted, Misha did travel back in time, just before losing his loved ones. And so, Misha had now one mission: changing the dreadful fate of his mother and sister and sending away his sister’s boyfriend by all means. They had to break up! Like it or not, that man will bring disaster to the family sooner or later. This time, Misha wouldn't fall for that warm smile and those gentle eyes as he knew they were hiding a cold, insensitive personality. However, things weren’t as simple as he thought, and perhaps the sister’s boyfriend was not the enemy. Perhaps, since the beginning, he had everything wrong and knew nothing of his sister. ________________ *The BL will mostly show up in the second and third volumes. It is a very slow romance, so don't expect the protagonist to fall in love quickly. In the first volume, he has too much on his mind to care about love and such. *There will be contents for 18+ in the fourth volume. I will put a warning at the beginning of every NSFW chapter. Proof Of Ownership for RR

When tragedy struck his unit, and Geoffrey was left as the sole survivor, he did not resent the heavens, nor did he curse his God. As far as he was concerned, it was divine punishment for his sins. Even if bringing witches to the stake had been his duty as a soldier, it wouldn’t wash off the blood on his hands. Nothing could. But then, as he awaited death, a strange being picked him up, only to bring him to his dwelling to treat his wounds. His impending doom was put on hold, and Geoffrey now had to face a reality he had been pretending not to know for years—could he accept that spirits weren’t demons, and witches weren’t evil doers? Whatever the answer, Geoffrey still had to get used to living with a being that was clearly not human, and who, he’d been told all his life, brought disasters to the land. _________________ Insecure sunshine x grumpy mountain spirit ambiguous ending, prequel NOTE: This story isn’t exactly a BE, and it’s certainly not a HE (unless you take into account a distant future). If you’re in search of something joyous from beginning to end, I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s also a prequel, which means a book will follow up one day. However, it can be read on its own. Anyway, enjoy! Psst, the story is completed, so I’ll be updating it in the next few days.

Jules hadn’t expected the haunted house to be truly haunted. He also hadn’t expected the demon to take an interest in him, refusing to leave him be. “…Wasn’t I only supposed to babysit my sister and her friends? How the hell did things go so wrong…?!” *** Demon: “Are you even a real priest to begin with?” Jules: “What do you think?” Demon: “Hm, definitely not.” Jules: “Oh?” Demon: “I’ve never seen a priest as attractive as you before.” “…” Jules pulled a ‘I’m so done with this shit’ kind of face. Jaded hunter x happy-go-lucky demon, reversible couple, HE. NOTE: This is the draft story. When I'm done writing it, I plan to edit it with the help of an editor and release a light novel with pretty pictures (art will be by vailiantxvillainous!) and a bonus story. You can either read this unedited, plot-holes-filled version, which will always stay available, or wait until the Ebook/paper copy version is available (early August 2026)! :3 WARNING: This is a horror story and I'll not put trigger warnings for gore/gruesome scenes. I'll put them for smut, though ~ Also, I don't mind if you want to translate my book, but please contact me first! You can get in touch in the comment area, on my Discord server (https://discord.gg/uPPaApQuqv), or Discord DM (R.S. Vaesen#0619)!

The first thing Nyell did when he met his destined mate was try to punch him in the face. Why did it have to be the chief of that darned tribe? He hated his guts before meeting him, and he still hated his guts after meeting him. But as destiny would have it, this man asked for him in exchange for helping solve the disappearances plaguing Nyell’s village. As the chief’s son, Nyell took his duty of protecting his people to heart, and though it pissed him off, he agreed to become his. Now, it was only a matter of time before ending the serial disappearances and another before falling in love. Or not.

Liam’s death was rather sudden, but not unexpected. That’s what happens when you cross the road without looking left and right. Then, he met the Grim Reaper, who told him that Heaven and Hell were overcrowded; neither could accommodate his soul, and he had to wait for at least a millennium before a spot becomes available. Upon hearing this, Liam almost fainted out of anger; no sane person would want to spend so much time with that poker face! Luckily, the Grim Reaper came up with an idea, suggesting that Liam transmigrate into different kinds of books to pass the time. However, the young man kept on dying within the first days following his transmigration. He looked so pitiful that even the Grim Reaper couldn’t help but sigh. In the end, he decided to send him to a world set in an MMORPG, hoping that he would survive a bit longer in the world of a game. There was just one small problem. A newcomer, who couldn’t overcome his death, made everything go down the drain, and the Grim Reaper ended up following Liam into the MMORPG. While he was at it, he also lost all of his power, becoming as weak as a chicken. And to make matters worse, if Liam dies this time, his soul will break and disappear, leaving nothing but dust behind. For someone that kept on dying all the time, staying alive is quite a difficult task in a world filled with danger and idiots, even more so when they are level one.

Shi’an glanced at the man who was lying on the ground, half-dead. Then, he lifted his head and looked into his sister's eyes. With a wry smile, he asked, “Don’t you know what ‘low-key’ means?” Mo’an raised an eyebrow. “He’s not dead. It’s a pretty good start?” Shi’an felt his mouth twitching. It hadn’t been long since their arrival at the military academy, and this little sister of his already stirred up trouble. “Then, do you remember that you promised mom to hide your ability and keep it below average?” Tilting her head, Mo’an mumbled, “But I didn’t use much force to bring him down. Anyway, he was just terribly weak.” “Weak or not, that was still a high-ranking officer.” “He was?” “Yes.” “Oh...” Mo’an bit her lips, sneaking a glance at the half-dead officer. There were only two things she had to be careful of, and yet she already screwed one. First, she had to stay low-key and not draw attention to her. Otherwise, the army certainly wouldn’t let her go home after her military service ended, not with her monstrous potential. Second, she had to hide her gender. If someone discovered that she was a girl pretending to be a boy, she and her tribe would have to pay a heavy price. After all, the tribal chief’s daughter had to be sent to the Emperor’s courtyard, not to the military!