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

Sorry for the late publish yesterday, I when I wanted to publish the chapter, there was a power outage. Hope you can forgive me 


While discussing and getting subtly beaten by an old man. The lady from earlier appears at the door carrying my luggage, she only got noticed because she spoke to us, more like playfully scolded her grandfather 


Lady???: Grandpa, if you keep that up, you'll be having one less student to teach. You always forget to control your strength, especially now in the stage of old age 


The old man smiles and turns to look at her, he starts laughing, his voice sounded nostalgic at the mention of his late wife and daughter 


Old Joe: Yeah, you are right, just like your grandma. You and your mother were very much like her huh... Joanne bring some tea, 5 litres of water and 5 bags of ice to the training room in three hours. I have a feeling everyone is going to need it and thank you, dear ~ 


TOO LATE - PART 2