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

I take a deep breath reading myself for the descent into the unknown, and then the sound of footsteps and voices causes panic within me. I quickly rush down the stairs, as my hands glide on the wall, not forgetting to close the secret door. While going into the hole in the ground with the unknown in the darkness awaiting me. I make quick work down the stairs til I reach the floor then begin running once again 


Luckily there are lit torches so I can see where I am going with the thought of getting as far away from the voices as quickly as possible. Also being able to find my friends in the process. After what felt like forever I stop running cause my body told me to rest for a second, my burning lungs and almost jelly-like legs are witnesses. Before I can sit down from exhaustion I hear whimpering again but this time it sounded much closer compared to before 


FINDING, SEARCHING AND ESCAPING - PART 2