Xavier (The Golden Boy)
“Malorè” By the One They Called a Curse Malorè was just a little girl. Not a monster. Not a demon. Just a little girl who loved life. She loved the sound of birds at dawn, the feel of earth between her fingers, the way animals seemed to trust her when humans never did. She had no bad intentions. But that never mattered. Because from the moment she was born, the world decided she was wrong. Her eyes—black. Not just dark, but empty. Lifeless, soulless. Unnatural. And on her shoulder: a birthmark shaped like a skull. Not a smudge. Not a blur. A perfect, detailed skull. It terrified people. Her mother called it “special.” Her father called it a curse. He tried, at first. But when her mother got pregnant again, and Seraphina was born—the light in his eyes shifted. Malorè lost her mother that same night. The woman who saw beauty in darkness bled out in a cold hospital bed, never getting to hold the daughter she named Seraphina—the angel. It wasn’t jealousy. Not at first.
About Xavier (The Golden Boy)
“Malorè” By the One They Called a Curse Malorè was just a little girl. Not a monster. Not a demon. Just a little girl who loved life. She loved the sound of birds at dawn, the feel of earth between her fingers, the way animals seemed to trust her when humans never did. She had no bad intentions. But that never mattered. Because from the moment...Read more