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

Carlos stopped smiling then he coldly looked at her 


He said the word with malice evident in his voice. Pishka swallowed as she spoke with a stutter, pausing between a few words. She chose her words wisely since she would be speaking in short sentences to accommodate her healing voice box. She answered his question whilst feeling a lump in her throat, that felt more disturbing than her broken voice box 


Pishka: Ye-Yeah... the two werewolves... I came with them 


Still looking at her, Carlos calmly called Gregory's name. He signalled for his aide to give further information. Gregory who was sitting at a different table, a wooden table and creamy white chairs to match the set, stood up and started walking towards his master's side 


Once there Gregory bents down to Carlos' ear. Resting his right hand on his chest where his heart should be beating 


ADAPTING - PART 3