Pishka. Your typical sad and a little depressed, South African girl, moves to America. She has to adapt to this ghost town she moved into. Being a loner should be the worst-case scenario, right? No! Things only get worse when she meets this guy who keeps appearing at the school gate every day after school. 

Jacob. Your typical nice guy. His past life is literally not sunshine and rainbows. Waiting eight years just to find his mate and mind you he has no idea what gender they are. But now he found 'her'... Not for long, since he has to deal with his "past life's" karma. He also needs to find a way to patch things up with his mate and protect his pack from 'Red'

His and Her decision will make or break the lives of the people around them

Something ominous is approaching the ghost town and cannot be altered due to the writings of fate. It's purpose can't be changed but it's course can be. More truths are told, allowing a red sting to show its ugly head. But Death can be such a romance wrecker, ask Romeo and Juliet they can tell you that bit for sure. 









Note: Arty will try to fix it or explain it to you. Also, this book isn't perfect, so critics, please lay down your likes and dislikes - be direct if you're gonna curse THE BOOK

Though I for one do not support any type of violence toward any living creature (excl. the bugs in my house), there will be plenty...

If you take offence, drop the book, cause we all have our traumas. Some of us have become numb to it, so we tend to not show concern when others experience the same thing or are more expressive - it's a defence mechanism, okay!


Love, Arty-san

Her Cold Beast And His Dark Beauty

Hi, so I change the titles that I use to refer to myself, between Author and Arty-san so don't be confused, please. Get ready cause we about to get close and personal with each other and our characters 


Woken up by the sound of shuffling nearby, the feeling of dust clogging my nostrils. Soon causing me to sneeze heavily... whole sneezing, the sensation of pain spiked (stabbed) at every nerve in my body. Thus causing me to forcefully stop myself from sneezing any further, to ease the pain 


Once I stopped sneezing, I don't dare to move on the bed again. Cause when I sneezed earlier my whole body moved upon reflex and my bones felt like they were grinding against swollen flesh inside. And I couldn't do anything about it 


Which in this case were the muscles inside my body. While trying to ease the pain by lying still, I notice the dry and sore feeling in my throat. My hand slowly reaches up to my neck, feeling the bruise 


ADAPTING - PART 1