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 taking a warm bath I feel so much better and these cotton pyjamas are helping a lot. My maid steps out of the bathroom heading toward me 


Maid: Is there anything else miss would like for me to do for her? 


She said looking at me with a blank face 


°Well, that's the obvious option, me!° 


I just inwardly sigh and shake my head, as I smile and ask the maid politely 


Maid: You can call me whatever you wish miss 


I squint my eyes while still looking at her as I try to look intimidating. Instead, I feel more in control of things as I continue to speak with her 


Pishka: I want your given name so that I can give you a nickname 


The maid seems a bit shocked then quickly composes herself as she answers me 


Maid: Well... Um, I'm called number 25 


Pishka: That can't be your name... What's the name your parents call you? 


SUCCESS AND FAILURE - PART 1