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 voice in my head keeps screaming but I can't hear what it's saying clearly, I can feel it in the back of my head. I don't want to hear it cause I know what it wants to say. I want revenge this time. I want to hurt everyone that has hurt my grandmother and me... I want blood- blood for blood. At some point I stop hovering over him, its as if he didn't intend on fighting back. Bloodied, staring at a bashed in skull. Looking up, covered in blood with a red misty eye, breathing heavily. The world around me shakes as I stare at the distance soon, the scenery breathes and I'm back to where it all began except. The bastard is staring me right in the eyes. He grins as he pulls away, I try to move but I'm paralyzed once again. My body trembles as cold sweat runs down the sides of my face 


DISSECTION - PART 2