Jenn Bullard

Forget.A word that means so much, and can be used in so many ways.I wish I could forget that my mother died when I was only sixteen. I wish I could forget the terror of living alone and on the streets.Most of all, I wish I could forget the fear I feel...

I am not the typical fan you’d expect to see at a hockey game, but I grew up playing and watching it because of who my dad is.He’s the coach, and one of my favorite people.I love everything about the sport…except the players. They’re entitled and...

I’ve been captive for longer than I can remember. My handler bought me from my parents when I presented at 10 years old because he likes his girls young and innocent. Yes, it’s just as bad as it sounds.Now my life is pain and misery, but it’s routine...

This is my team. I’ve worked my tail off to be the captain of it, and I’m a secretly gay omega. No one needs to know my sexuality, which is why I work harder than anyone to play hockey.Omegas tend to be smaller, less muscle dense, and I was devastated...

My nightmares come and go, my life is busy and normal, and there are things missing I don’t think I’ll ever get to experience due to my past.It’s been ten years since my sister and I escaped with our closest friends from Gideon’s operation. We made a...