Corren's family is left shattered and in pieces after the suicide of Scott, Corren's brother. Six months later Corren has been in his third fight at school. His parents find this as an excuse to send him away, but Corren knows the real reason; they can't look him in the eye without seeing Scott. A new school, a new state, and a thousand miles away from home should mean a new start, but Corren is tired. He's tired of taking blades to his skin, he's done with his insomnia, and he's sick of feeling like Scott's death was his fault. Corren is without a doubt, tired of fighting. Drugs, love, family, friends. Being reckless is fun, but how far can you get before you're in too deep? Being this young, temptations are just begging for a chance! Will Corren win his battle, or is it too late for the boy with scars? [The Fighter's Series - Book 2] [Sequel to The Butterfly Effect]

Remember the guardian who always made people laugh? Remember the guardian who always tried to help? Remember the guardian who had a backstory? Do you? Do you remember the guardian that ran into the forest and never returned? That guardian was forgotten, or so he thought. Was he saved? No one knows. Only the ones he loves the most. Was he loved back? Everyone knows the answer to that. Do you? This story, is a story of a guardian who was forgotten, saved and loved... *SEQUEL TO UNIQUE DIFFERENT FOUND! HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING THAT FIRST!*

"Oomph!" The sound rushed out of my mouth as the door opened before I could reach the handle and my body hit a wall. I took a step back and realized that it wasn't in fact a wall, but instead a very attractive male. I looked up at his head to see a very messy, but sexy, mop of black hair on top of his head. When I looked closer, I noticed that his hair was a very deep brown that was probably often mistaken for black. My gaze traveled downward to his eyes, where I found two deep, ocean blue eyes looking back at me. My gaze travelled farther down to his crooked nose, to which I assumed came from too many fights. My eyes finally found his pink, very plump lips, which were turned into a sneer. "You have got to be kidding me!" His pink lips said in a very offensive voice. My eyes turned questioning as I looked back up into his eyes. "Whatever, lets finish this. I, Ashton Carter, reject you, as my mate." He, or Ashton, said with venom lacing his voice. He quickly turned and walked down the now vacant hallway with no glance back. Rejection? On my first day? The first person I make eye contact with at this school, rejects me. I guess that's how this school works, if the hottest boy in school rejects you, you're a nobody. So much for making friends, or mates, or whatever they call people at this school. I shake those ocean blue eyes out of my head and continue into the office to start my new life.

I met Jane the first time when I was Six, my parents took me to a park to meet friends of theirs. The playground had two other children, an older boy, around my age and a small girl with golden blonde hair. She was crying as the boy stood laughing holding a doll, my parents stood a distance behind me talking with another couple. I took off running to towared the the kid angry at the site before me. My father always told me to treat every girl with respect, and seeing the boy hurting a little girl just made me angry and I felt the need to protect her. Those actions that day decided my fate and got the attention of a very powerful person. My father said I had made him proud and brought great honor to our family. I was too young to understand what had happened, but I later learned and accepted my fate as I grew up. That day I protected the only child of the head of a ruthless organized crime ring.