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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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469 Chs

|| Chapter 84 || Third Young Master Wants To Claw On A Bastard’s Face

A few days passed and the morns were never as bright as it was this day. It was no longer surprising to find most hallways of the manorial empty. A people walked by they remembered the morning talks they shared with their close ones who were away, either partaking on a mission that would last for months or transferring to the other manorial in Azuran for reassurance from the loneliness within the Leonile manor. It was comforting for them to be surrounded by more people.

"It sure is quiet here..." Jagra spoke as he walked in the hallways with Moulin and Ghana. Their heels clicked on the floor with their backs straightened as they walked, one of the results of Tessley's discipline. It was already days before their departure to Meian country and they were getting busier and anxious as they began to pack their belongings.

They all walked through the outdoor hallways of the manorial's entrance. The entrance door closed shy behind them.