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

After the human girl left the dining hall, I had a brief discussion with some of the other vampires there. Gregory had come up to me and told me, we had to talk. I nod then excused myself with some reasonable excuse then walk to my study with Gregory behind me. We stop at my door which is on the second floor three rooms away from the human girls' 


Gregory opens the door and we enter. I take a seat on the long couch that's against the wall, sitting at a spot near the door. Gregory seats on the single armchair in front of me with a coffee table in between us. He pushes up his glasses nervously 


Carlos: If your not gonna talk then are you trying to waste my time? 


He looks at me shocked and quickly shakes his head. His eyes fall to the ground as he stutters. We spend the next hour with me scolding him and him mumbling incoherent things 


REMEMBER - PART 1