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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 · ファンタジー
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466 Chs

|| Chapter 183 || A Kiss Of Eternal Promise (Part 1)

Night drew into the sky. Every evening within the manor felt as if it was shrouded with frightful silence as though a beast would be lurking within the walls of the estate. However, this night was better than it was before. There was no appalling silence that plagued the nearly empty hallways and no darkness that would shroud even the darkest place within the manor. 

Why was this the case? It was because it was the night of the Ecklarian snow. 

  The dark sky, covered by the clouds of pale gold, seemed to enchant one's eyes. Locking them in their magical splendor. The Eve of Ecklarian has come and one would be a fool not to recognize the beauty of the twilight heavens. Every page and servant who would wander through the halls, passing every window and looking at the skies of gold, would pause and admire its beauty before realizing their loss of time and then they would hastily hurry. 

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