Charlotte "Charlee-Tyre" McIntyre had lived with the dark legacy of her family's curse since birth. For 200 years, every female ancestor, including her mother and older sister, had fallen victim to it. Now, it was her turn to face the inevitable. But Charlee had other plans - she refused to die.

As a notorious celebrity, Charlee was no stranger to controversy. Her rude and reckless behavior had earned her a reputation as a supervillain, and she reveled in it. However, on her 24th birthday, a near-fatal accident changed everything. Charlee discovered she had not only cheated death but also gained extraordinary powers.

Initially, she chose to ignore her newfound abilities, but fate had other plans. Charlee found herself inexplicably drawn into a world of heroism, despite her vehement resistance. One problem: Charlee was no hero, and she had no intention of becoming one.

Valor : The Genesis

The past couple of months had been a wild ride, filled with grueling hard work and even harder partying. While my manager and the general public thought I was lounging on Maui's sun-kissed beaches, sipping Mai Tais and getting a tan, I was actually holed up in my São Paulo pad with Jordan (aka Hector, much to his annoyance) and Donnie. 


Donnie was a motor-mouthed, wise-cracking, party-starting machine. Jordan, on the other hand, was a laid-back, smooth-talking, über-charmer. Together, they'd become my partners in crime, and I couldn't imagine life without them. 


Lately, I'd discovered a newfound love for being a pyrokinetic. I mean, who wouldn't want to wield fire like a boss? It was a rush like no other, and I was hooked. Plus, having friends who accepted me for who I was (pyro powers and all) was a game-changer. 


Since touching down in Brazil, Donnie and Jordan had been throwing parties that would put Carnival to shame. They claimed it was to help me master my powers in public, but let's be real – Donnie just wanted an excuse to rage. And Jordan? Well, he was just along for the ride. 


As I watched Donnie spin tracks and Jordan bust a move on the couch, I couldn't help but laugh. This was my life now – chaotic, unpredictable, and totally on fire (literally). And I wouldn't have it any other way. 


Tonight was no exception. Donnie and Jordan had dragged me to yet another club, this one throbbing with music and pulsing lights. They'd thrown a party in my honor, and I was starting to feel like a prop in their game of "let's get Charlee to loosen up." 


I shifted uncomfortably as a drunk guy stumbled toward me, his eyes glassy and unfocused. All these years as a celebrity, and I still shied away from attention. "Hey, I know you, ri...right..." he slurred in Portuguese, his words running together like a bad rhyme. "You look like that American gata, the rapper...except your hair is blu...e, no purple..." He stared at me, his eyes wide with confusion. 


I forced a laugh, trying to play it cool. But inside, I was freaking out. I did have blue hair and blue eyes tonight, courtesy of my latest discovery - the ability to will my hair and eyes to change color and appearance. It was a handy trick, one that allowed me to slip in and out of my superstar persona like a chameleon. 


The drunk guy laughed and staggered off, beer bottle in hand. I let out a nervous breath and scanned the crowd for Donnie and Jordan. I spotted Donnie on the dance floor, sucking face with a gorgeous Brazilian chick. I rolled my eyes, feeling a pang of annoyance. We needed to leave, and fast. Our time was up, and the jet was waiting to take us back to the States. 


"Donnie, we gotta bounce!" I yelled over the thumping music, waving at him to get his attention. "We've got a jet to catch, pronto!" 


Ava Sanches, the Brazilian bombshell, clung to Donnie's arm, her voice dripping with desperation. "Donnie, babe, please don't leave me! Remember, we're getting hitched, yes?" 


Donnie, ever the charmer, flashed her a lovesick grin. "Si, Senorita, babe, I'll be back for you, I promise, mi amor." 


I rolled my eyes so hard they almost got stuck that way. Jordan, standing nearby, caught my gaze and shook his head, clearly thinking the same thing: Donnie had lost his mind. 


Ava continued to whine, "Donnie, I want your sister to be my bridesmaid at our wedding." 


I bit back a gag reflex. Ava was a few fries short of a happy meal, and it was just like Donnie to fall head over heels for someone so... clueless. I mean, we'd hung out at least five times, and she still couldn't remember I wasn't Donnie's sister? Girl, bye. 


"Alright, guys, time to wrap it up! Bye-bye, Ava, Hector, Donnie – if you don't get your butts on that jet with me, I'm leaving you all behind. And trust me, none of you are teleporting out of here, so... let's move, people!"


MAI TAIS IN MAUI