Description
*Trigger Warning* Features self-harm, depression, suicidal thoughts, unwanted sexual advances, teen pregnancy, and multiple forms of child abuse. Please do not read if this type of conduct triggers anything! This is a Maleficent story. About her daughter Mal. This is deep. This is dark. This is set to rip your heartstrings out. *They do not go to Auradon, completely different story line.* *Excerpt* They cower. All of them. Just the mention of my name brings fear to their eyes, makes the hairs on the back of their neck rise. That's what I have to do. Every morning. Before my mother comes in with her daily tasks. Before her henchman walk past with a sly grin looking up and down at me trying to come to terms with my future. In a mirror. I scowl and run a hand through my purple roots. I am Mal. Daughter of Maleficent. Future Queen of The Isle. And I plan to keep that title.
Unloved
