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Atlantis: The Twilight of the gods [BL]

Please check out my other works; Resolving My Ex-Fiance's Obsessions (Bl) The To Do List . . Xaloc's emotions did not fluctuate much, remaining calm even when his grandmother revealed herself to be Nyx, the goddess of the Night and hastily whisked the entire family to Shangri-La, the paradise of the gods. He remained calm even as he sneaked away to Atlantis to find his missing grandfather. But in Atlantis, Xaloc would not only find his missing grandfather, but he would also discover a world so dark and filthy that it would shatter his moral compass, forcing him to seek strength by all means necessary and do everything to come out on top. His path has been predestined, that is till he met Jamal. To Jamal, a transmigrator, the beginning of wisdom was the art of staying away from danger and he intended to follow it to the letter. However as he gets to know Xaloc, a thought came unbidden into his mind. Perhaps he could save the murderous villain. **** Excerpt Rule number two. Play with your hair…. Jamal suddenly stood up and Xaloc smiled as he twirled his hair behind his ears. Jamal moved over and gently touched his apprentice's hair. He brushed down the unruly soft hair before tying it into a low ponytail with a hair band... At least now, Xaloc's long hair would stop disturbing his reading, as a person with long hair, he understood the pain of controlling it. The smile on Xaloc's face instantly disappeared. The second rule did not work, it was a scam. It seems like seducing Jamal might not be as easy as he thought. Cowardly and always acting gong × Cold and determined shou __ PARTICIPATING IN THE WSA2022 COMPETITION# #Book cover not mine, gotten from Pinterest to be taken down at the artist's request.

Dark_Scholars · LGBT+
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Finding a Home

It was a beautiful villa constructed in the style of the ancient Egyptian and carried the precise architecture that they boasted. The lines of the roof were relaxed and did not slope sharply like a pair of unfolded eagle wings. The entire building looked especially dignified and stylish and had an extraordinary bearing, however as one entered the house, it had a surprisingly homely feeling to it.

A man, tall and broad with a scar covering one part of his eyes, wore a light blue apron as he cut up the vegetables in the kitchen. He wielded his knife like it was a sword in the midst of battle but his movements were meticulous as he busied himself in the kitchen. 

On the other hand, a soft-looking woman with brown hair and eyes grinned maliciously as she moved the chess pieces on the table before jotting something down on the diary next to her.