Darling Devils

Darling Devils

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They were the sweetest children the Montgomeries had laid eyes on. Walking out of the adoption agency with the three precious girls was the most exhilarating moment of their life. Of course, that was before they were bludgeoned to death in their cellar. Death was not uncommon for those who adopted the Anderson trio, and soon onto their fourth adoptive family, the Turners might just suffer the same fate, but not if fifteen-year-old Beatrice can do something about it. Suspicious of the "Darling Devils" even before she ever laid eyes on them, "Trice" is not about to let them kill her family.
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(Prequel to Clair de Lune) "We're born to believe the opposite of different is normal, and vice versa. Well, I'm the opposite of both." I lost my parents just before my fifteenth birthday. The circumstances were deemed accidental and it was swept under the rug. Truth is, someone covered up the whole situation and I was sent somewhere I knew no one would find me. I was swept under the rug too. Critter Ridge Orphanage is an old building placed in the pines somewhere in the state of New Jersey, run by a kindly woman and housing a family of others like me. Boys and girls all different in their own aspects. They didn't like me and I didn't like them, which was fine. Miss Huld, the owner, seemed to like me enough and that was all I needed. Things changed, though. They found a dead body on our property and everyone scrambled to lock the doors and bar the windows. The normal kids at school all started to edge away from us, from me in particular. They called us witches and devil worshippers. They were scared they might be next. I couldn't keep my nose out of where it didn't belong and then everyone was involved in the mystery. There's ghosts around every corner in this house, and if we don't figure out what's wrong here, we might just become the next ones.

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