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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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459 Chs

|| Chapter 186 || Forcing Out The Truth

A soft blanket of white powdery snow blanketed the trees and the wide-open ground. Mostly, there was no snowfall on their mornings of the estate. Only the cold wintery breeze of the north would visit and make them shiver from the numbing cold winds it brought. 

The grounds were not swept. However, the earth appeared neat and innocent. The snow could barely reach the young man's ankles.

His breaths were calm but forced. 

Emlen Fraunces stood in the middle of the vast open area. This was his personal training grounds. It wasn't enclosed like the third young master's training area. It was wide and free. However, Emlen had never liked the snow around him when he trained. He found it irritating and annoying. But there were times, he found solace and calm within it. As an ice-wielder maeruthan, he was easily influenced by the presence of snow.

His lips released a warm breath. The sword of ice pricked against his gloved hand.