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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 · Fantaisie
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459 Chs

|| Chapter 134 || Let's Talk (Part 1)

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Deep inviolable ruby eyes fixed on the crowd.

Silver eyes, he had mostly noticed. Peeking between the thick tent flaps. Glancing at him with curiosity and awe. Something he was already used to but roused no interest from inside him. His hands loosened on the reigns as he turned his gaze away. Adorned by the glorious insignia of the guild he ruled, his garbs were made of the finest fabric, enchanted with the rarest protection spells. His features, magnificent and refined like the mighty build of his body. His hair, fiery like the licks of auburn flames. The color he found hateful.

He was Ordan Cillius of the Cillius Archnobility, Guild Lord of the Guild of Dragor.