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Avery Mikelson was always an outsider. Growing up, she never had any friends except for the characters in the books she read. In her senior year of high school, the boy she'd been head over heals in love with since the 3rd grade, Danny Sanders, finally took interest in her. He took her to Jason Callahan's party. Danny took her upstairs and kissed her for the first time. "I love you," he whispered as he lifted the hem of her shirt, working his hand towards the clasp of her bra. "Danny, no. I don't want too," she gasped. Feeling the still, warm air turn suddenly cold, Danny picked her up and threw her on the bed. The bass pumping through her chest from the party still happening downstairs, she screamed but nobody took notice. Danny laid his arm over her stomach, pinning her to the bed as he ripped off her purple mini skirt, the one she had picked specifically for this night. "Danny, please," she whispered. Hot, warm tears spilled down her face. ***** That was the most traumatic night of her life. Even though it blessed her with the greatest gift she could ever asked for. Her son, Luke. Now, ten years later, after she's moved from Stockton to Charming, she thinks that she and her beautiful son will finally have a normal life. Her uncle, Fillip "Chibs" Teleford, has promised her safety and a real family here in Charming. When she meets Jackson "Jax" Teller, she may even find the love she thought she had when she was only 18 years old.
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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.

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