This is a collection of depressing quotes. **WARNING** may be triggering.

"Humanity's pride and greed will be the death of us" In 2025 B.E.F that saying couldn't have been more than true. After a devastating nuclear explosion had scorched one side of the world, people were forced to leave their home planet to Mars. A few millenniums after the global crisis, an ambitious girl, Nila, aspires to go to Earth like the rest of her colleagues. Though, when she arrives, it's not what she had expected and suspects something much sinister is going on. |HIGHEST RANK: #5 in Science Fiction| ~~~~'This magnificent cover is by @winterinheaven! Go check out her cover shop~~~~

Stacey Williams had always loved Axel Teller. But he had paid her no mind. She wanted more than the meaningless flings they had. She wanted her love to be returned. She wanted to be loved back. She did everything to get his attention. She had one-night stands with countless boys - throwing away her innocence - and tearing apart her reputation. All for him. But Axel didn't notice Stacey as anything more than a girl to have a fling with on the side. And Stacey watched as the boy she loved fell for another girl, and they were happy and complete. And Stacey was alone and hated. Tarnished and scarred. She was the girl he left behind. [The first book won the 2015 Wattys for the Cover-to-Cover award and 2016 Fiction Awards. Book two won the 2018 Fiction Awards. #1 in Teen Fiction and Short Story.] book two is currently unavailable, it will be released late 2023.

The Diary of Amelia Jackson. Turning the page took all of my strength, and once I did, I just wanted to turn in the diary to the detectives. Write hard and clear about what hurts? Well, when did the hurt begin? In order to understand what I've done, we may have to start at the beginning. I apologize for your journey through my devastatingly depressing past. I hope you've found my diary by mistake. Long after the Jackson name has been extinguished, the out of control wildfire put out of its long running misery. If you can still remember who I am, then put this diary in the path of someone else, or burn it. Do not read any further. I know you can not handle the contents on these pages.