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A Gorgeous White (BL)

( An LGBT+ novel) Ending your life isn't the right decision. Moulin didn't believe this saying until he did it. Moulin, a depressed shut-in digital writer, transmigrates into the frail body of a spoiled young master. Unknown to him, he was swallowed by the fear of death. This time, he intends to start a new beginning and relive his life carefully. Waking within the frigid confines of a cave of ice. Nightly whispers of guidance and so much more. The power of unknown origin... An unusual world where special people possess elemental powers and thriving magical beasts, A cute meng selling snow-white fox, A crowd of overprotective people, and a powerful yet impressively annoying person...a stressful Moulin massaged his forehead. This couldn't possibly get any worse... Moumou: My body doesn't feel right...( secretly inspects lower body) Moumou: ...@$%#!!!! An Evil Lion: My love, our bed has gone cold... Moumou: (#ง'̀-'́)ง... Warning this novel includes the following: 1. Smut 2. Gore 3. Inappropriate language Publish dates: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday (Sporadic if I get busy ╥﹏╥) || I M P O R T A N T N O T I C E! || This novel is inspired by several BL novels• If you do not like reading LGBTQ+ novels please avoid reading this• This author is trying her best!• Enjoy! The cover is originally is drawn by yours truly º^º *hehe want a commission?*

Heather_ANARE · Fantasy
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470 Chs

|| Chapter 332 || Where... am I?

"They have a purifier!"

Adeina's words boomed throughout the halls. It echoed, entering the ears of every single individual within the area. And the silence after it was heavy, burdensome, filled with disbelief as the people were caught off-guard. Surprised at the unexpected words from the fae-kind. They looked at each other as if to confirm what they had just heard.

Adeina became nervous. Not because of the audience's and the council's reaction to the words she spoke but the soul-penetrating glare that drilled at the upper side of her skull. She shuddered, resisting the urge to cower. Golden eyes locked on her small form, deep and deadly as if meeting that savage gaze would rip her soul into shreds until there was nothing left from it. She couldn't help but swallow openly, forcing herself to keep her gaze on the councilors and the Elven king.