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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 · Fantasie
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469 Chs

|| Chapter 107 || Succumb And Be Devoured...

"Will they... even devour a soul who does not belong to them in the first place?... A stolen soul from another plane?" 

Lividness trickling in his words as well as a drop of hopefulness concealed by fear. It was a mere thought but perhaps it held hope. Moulin would risk the chance. The oracle before him looked overly devoted to his 'heavenly' gods. He could either be lying or telling the truth. Moulin did not know how to trust his words. 

The elf's silence only sparked confidence. Moulin slightly lowered his gaze. He will never let anyone decide his face. Be it gods or devils, no one shall write his destiny for him.