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

A part of me had hope that she was still there, alive and fighting the ghoul she had become. However I knew it was a trick, I wanted to just let her kill me but I knew that wasn't the way. The flames from earlier... Were they my doing? As time slowly resumed again, I could get my breathing, heartbeat s my pulse raced with each passing nanosecond. Nothing made sense till a familiar sinister voice rang in the room. Without having to look I knew who the owner of that dreadful voice was 


Lilly: Your grandmother has put up quite the fight before we were able to make her what she was 


'A distorted and tortured beast!' They turned her into a monster, far from the kind old lady who raised me... I swear I'll kill every single last one of them! Looking at my grandmother as she curls and contorts on the ground, I feel my eyes begin to water 


DISSECTION - PART 3