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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
466 Chs

|| Chapter 56 || Welcome To The Leonile Manorial

Emerald eyes narrowed. If there was one thing Ilona could not rebuke was anything concerning the Leonile Lord. She knew she couldn't not a pout anything stupid in front of Hercullian Lord so she could only lean towards the banister and implored the youth below. "Honey, you really don't want to change your mind?"

"Ilona!" Maiel whipped his head at her. What was she thinking?

Ilona only rolled her shoulders as she blinked her eyes at the youth below them.

"..."

Moulin raised his eyebrows in surprise. He glanced at the Leonile balcony and shook his head. "I am sure, My Lady..."

"Then no one shall oppose to your choosing." A commanding voice spoke, silencing the halls. Ordan, Guild Lord of Dragor spoke, abruptly finishing off Ilona's hopes mercilessly. His red eyes growing more profound as he looked at the youth, he smiled faintly.