Young Eleanor Porter is the very definition of ordinary. She attends an average school, receives average grades for her average efforts, and has an average group of friends. Even her family is average, their relationships mirror that of an annoying nineties sitcom. One day, on a scheduled trip to the beach that Eleanor's family takes every year, everything goes awry. Due to the vast quantities of ice-cream he consumed hours earlier, the youngest Porter sibling, Everett, needs a bathroom break. Rushing to the nearest convenience store, her doting parents, along with the eldest Porter sibling, Elijah, accompany him. This leaves Eleanor and her fellow middle-child, Ethan, in their parent's minivan. Before you can scream "tragedy", a masked marauder saunters into the packed store, going completely unnoticed. The villain grabs the nearest hostage he can find, Mrs.Porter, just as she was handing a cashier money for a newly purchased pack of baby wipes. Eleanor and Ethan can see the entire scene unfold through the store's large windows. In mere seconds, her mother is dead, and the rest of the Porters occupying the store soon follow suit. Ethan clings to Eleanor, and she does the same. Shortly afterward, the siblings are put into the foster care system and separated. Ever since that day, Eleanor's life has been anything, but ordinary. All thanks to an extra scoop of rocky road, and one sick convict. The situation effects her in ways she could never imagine, and there's a price to pay for her newfound power.
"I already killed your mother, Cam." As the words left my enemy's mouth like a mocking sneer, I growled under my breath at the mention of my old name. Memories started to boil up that I had been wanting to squash deep into my heart.
Bad memories.
"As you can guess, I'm here to finish the job." He continued with that ever-present sinister smirk on his face.
And in that moment, a sudden burst of confidence just appeared within me. Or blatant stupidity.
'I'll take either one.' I silently admitted to myself.
I rolled my eyes at his so-called 'threat', not really intimidated in the least.
"Yeah, like that went so well the first time. The first time, you fucked up enough to get caught by the police." I pointed out. "The second time, your grown-ass men got their asses handed to them by two teenagers."
I snorted at him. "Your odds aren't looking too good here, Berti."
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Losing her father? Lovely.
Getting in a car accident with her aunt, uncle, and cousin and being the sole survivor? Fantastic.
Losing her mother because a deranged psychopath holds a grudge even better than The Grinch? Amazing.
Being ostracized from her own family save from her paternal grandparents, and getting the blame for her mother's death? Cherry on top of the cake.
Having to make sure three idiotic twats don't get themselves killed because they couldn't mind their own bloody business?
Bloody hell, that's an entire ice cream cake with ten pounds of gummy bears.
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Join Grace Stanton as she faces her demons and the demons of her past all while trying not to commit murder against her three new friends.
Fun times.
(First book in the Gilded series)
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