When a little girl named Valentina Monet was taken from Auradon to the isle to live with her dad she scared. 11 years later that little girl is now Val Bleu Flame. She's ruthless and cunning and evil. The evilest in her friend group. What happens wh...
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"You sure you're okay?" Jax asked. "Yea, Daddy's been hitting me since I was 4," I tell her as my sword clashed with hers. "Does anyone else know?" Uma asked aiming for Jax. Uma and I are still friends even after Mal pushed her. I'm not in her pirate crew but I'm friends with her. "No," I say. Persephone left 2 weeks ago and 6 months was a while to wait. Daddy was still heated over the Harry thing and I was constantly getting beaten by him.
We were in the middle of a fight since we finished destroying everything and I didn't wanna go to school today when Jay came up to the docks. "Mal wants you," he said. "Tell her no," I say. "It's important," he said. "I'll be there later, I'm in the middle of something," I say my sword clashing with Jax's. "Go it's fine," Uma said. I roll my eyes hopping off the wooden table. When I get off the ship I walk with Jay.
"This is boring," I say. "Wanna take the long way?" He asked. I climb up on top of a roof when I spot a spy with a camera. I grab a rock and was about to throw it when Jay stopped me. "Don't, they have guns and shit on them and they can tell the king to make our lives a living hell," Jay said. I roll my eyes. My life is already a living hell. Scoping the roof out I find a crate. "Look," I say grabbing the crate.
"It's only one," Jay points out. "It's big enough," I say. "You'll be the death of me," Jay grumbled. We both get in and I use my sword as a little oar. "Bold of you to assume you're not already in my kill list," I say. We were zooming from roof to roof and no one noticed. We land on the flat roof of the hideout. I drag the crate and my stuff down the stairs of the hideout.
"Mal!!" I shout. "I'm throwing a hell raiser, I need you to come," she said. "You hate parties," I argued. "But I love revenge," She defended. "Mal party tricks are terrible revenge," I say. "I can lock her in the DeVil closet," she said. "Mal why can't you let me take care of her?" I ask. "I can handle it," she says.
I roll my eyes. "Fine, but Daddy's gonna kill me," I tell her. "You can stay at my place," Mal says. "Mom hates when I stay at your place," I point out. "What she doesn't know won't kill her," Mal smirked. I groan flopping on the bed. "I'll stay here," I tell her. "Fine," she said.
Grace
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