"Jenna, you are loved." That's what they tell me. I know they don't love me. They never have. + Join Jenna as she is a depressed anorexic girl fighting her way through life.

***Please note that this book has been taken down because it's been published, and you can see only the sample chapters of the published version. You can find the links to both ebook and paperback in my profile bio. ------------- I have always been bullied and trapped in darkness. I hoped life would get better when I moved to my mother's hometown, but it only got worse because it was there that I met my unrequited crush, Hayden Black. He despised me from day one, and even more when I became best friends with his twin, Kayden. Kayden gave light to my life, but my happiness with him lasted only until one night two years ago. That night Kayden died because of me. Half of me died with him. The other half was left to bleed, suffering Hayden's and his friends' constant bullying. Now I must endure one more year before I can finally escape them and go to college. This year has to be different. Either I will become stronger, or they will finally break me into nothing. ----------- Highest rank in Romance: #1 on 10/28/2017 Bullied won the Best Romance and the Best Diverse Book award and the Bullied series won the Best Trilogy/Series award in The Fiction Awards 2018. --------- I wrote this novel for #NaNoWriMo2016 #NaNoWinner2016

Annabella is a 15 year old coloured girl who has spent the majority of her life in and out of foster homes and though the doors of many adoptive parents. What if this is the last place she has to move to?

I tried to control my breathing, so that the knife wouldn’t be dug further into my skin by the frantic movement of air into and out of my lungs. I looked up towards him. His eyes didn’t look angry; they looked sad. But my stomach churned at the determination behind the solemnity I saw there. The gray was unmistakably cold-hearted. He was distancing himself from the kill. Allowing himself to become indifferent. My lips parted to speak. “Please, don’t kill me.” Tears began forming at the corners of my eyes... My name is Jezebel, and I have thanatophobia.