BOOK ONE OF THE BLACK SERIES -- "Well, behalf of my dick, who cannot speak for himself," Kade said simply as he watched over my face, one of his eyebrows risen, "I would like to say for him that he doesn't care about my brother's feelings at this current moment - or his reaction to the photo." "Well, I do," I muttered, my sentence coming out muffled in my hands as they covered my face. "Do you know how this makes me look to the public eye? To be sleeping with my boyfriend's older brother?" "Look on the bright side, Em." I didn't even spare him a glance as I shook my head, grunting. "Emara, look at me." My hands were pulled away and Kade stared at me, his vibrant blue eyes twinkling and his dirty blonde hair covering his eyebrows. The sight of his effortless beauty made my hard glare slightly soften. "You know I won't tell him if he finds out, you know me," he mumbled to me, "but I'm not going to lie to him when he finds out and say that if I had the chance to change what we've been doing, I wouldn't - because I would do it again without a second thought."

The rumble of motorcycles was the soundtrack to my childhood. The smell of oil, leather, and cigarette smoke clung to my clothes like a second skin. I was born into the life-Brighton Carter, daughter of Samcro's own Benny "Red" Carter. My dad was one of them, a lifer, a soldier in the club. He lived and breathed for the Sons of Anarchy. And he died for them too. A drive-by shooting took him when I was just thirteen. I remember the blood, the chaos, the way Jax held me as I screamed, my tiny fists pounding against his cut, demanding answers no one could give. My dad was gone. But Jax? He never left my side. Jax Teller and Opie Winston were my best friends, my safe place in a world that had already been so cruel. Jax, with his cocky smirk and messy blond hair, had always been the one to pull me out of the darkness, even when he was the cause of it. At sixteen, that darkness turned to something else-a craving I couldn't deny. We were drunk, reckless, and stupid. But damn, was it sweet. Jax had been my first everything that night, whispering promises in my ear between lazy kisses, his touch setting my body on fire. But promises meant nothing in Charming. I learned that the hard way. When I found out I was pregnant, I ran. I packed a bag, left a note, and vanished. I couldn't stay. Not when I knew what this life would do to my kid. Now, at twenty-three, I was back. I wasn't that naïve girl anymore.

Ellie worked at her mother's diner as a waitress. She has always had to do the right thing in every situation. She is expected to marry a man her parents have chosen for her. All Ellie has ever wanted to do though is live her life to the fullest, try new things and do the things she enjoys. She has tried to break from the hold her parents have on her but she has no one to turn to and no money to live off of. She has watched the biker called Slayer and every time he is near she feels alive for the first time in her life. She dreams about hopping on the back of his bike and riding off into the sunset but she knows that's just a fantasy. Slayer is the VP of the Heavenly Demons MC. He loves the brotherhood of the club. Slayer is getting older and feels like something is missing in his life. He tries feeling the void he feels but the only time he feels excitement is when he is near her. She works as a waitress at the diner nearby. She is very shy but has the most beautiful eyes he could get lost in. Every time she is near him he feels an inner peace that he thought he would never feel again. He knows she is too good for the likes of him but a guy can dream right?

After being gone for 5 and a half years little Milo Winston is finally out of prison. Her first stop? The club house. There are new faces, old loves and old enemies. She's not the same girl she used to be. Can the guys help her through her struggles? I do not own Sons of Anarchy. I only own my character. Enjoy the story!

Seventeen years after the chaos that almost tore SAMCRO apart, Jax and Tara Teller are still standing - scarred, older, but together. They've spent years trying to keep their kids away from the darkness of the club. But Charming doesn't forget. Now their twins, Abel and Emma, are 17 - and the next generation of Tellers is starting to carve their own path through lies, loyalty, and legacy. Abel's drawn to the club's outlaw rhythm; Emma's learned too well that sometimes the only way to protect your family is through violence. When a string of car thefts and killings starts to trace back toward Teller-Morrow, Jax and Tara are forced to face the truth: the sins they buried are sprouting roots in their children.

Angel Trager was unforgettable. A successful model with ice-blue eyes, wild blonde curls, and golden brown skin, she carried herself with effortless confidence - poised, polished, and always a little unpredictable. Raised between the structure of her mother's world and the chaos of her father's, she walked the line between two lives with sharp wit and quiet fire. Loyal, impulsive, and bold, Angel was as comfortable in designer heels as she was on the back of a Harley. She didn't ask for the outlaw blood in her veins - but it was there, and it burned bright. Disclaimer: I do not own or claim any rights to Sons of Anarchy, its characters, settings, or storylines. All original content and characters, including Angel Trager and her story, are creations of my own imagination and written purely for entertainment purposes. This work is a piece of fan fiction and is not affiliated with or endorsed by the creators of Sons of Anarchy in any way.

Alessandra Romano is a 16 year old girl who got neglected and abused but also got trained to be a deadly assassin. With her dark, long,brown hair that goes down to her waist, her doe brown eyes that once held so much light now dull and lifeless, and her curvy body. Many people would see her as perfect and gorgeous but to her all she sees is a girl that went through absolute torture as she was growing up. She has loads scars that show what she went through. She has many walls built up around her heart that only a few people could break through. She only has one person that could ever make her smile and laugh and that person is her twin brother. Alessandro Romano is a 16 year old boy who got neglected and abused but also got trained to be a deadly assassin. With his dark brown hair and dull brown eyes, and muscular body his aura screams confidence and cockiness. Many girls want to be with him while many boys want to be him. He has also got many walls built around his heart that hardly anyone can break through except for his twin sister. He is only a couple minutes older but he always protects his little sister. Alessandro has had many hookups but he has never fallen for anyone as he doesn't think anyone could give him the same love that his sister has given him. Their bond is indestructible. They went through hell and back together but have always been there for each other. His face never shows any emotions as over the years he has been taught to not show any weaknesses. The two twins have always yearned for a happy family that will love and care for them but they never thought they would have that. Until fate found them one day and it changed their whole perspective on love and family.