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

Pishka and Carlos stand side by side, girl in the left and boy right . The room quietens as silence descends and soon tension rises. The boy slowly swirls his left hand at his side, as cold gas emits from it filling the room. The ground is covered in thick most, no one can see the ground, what's on it or their own feet 


This gave the slime monster a advantage which he didn't miss. It plummeted onto the floor with a splat then disappeared from the naked eye, compressing or rather shrinking it's body to remain out of sight. One thing was for sure the mist was no ordinary mist, not even a vampire's superior eyesight could see through it. Suddenly Pishka felt something warm, smooth... even slimy, wrap around her ankle and just as she fast as she had felt it's touch is just as how fast she is dragged into the mist, in seconds, towards the source 


A SECOND REUNION - Part 4