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

Once calm, the girl stares with bloodshot eyes. Red with fury and malice. Her heart beat racing as she grips her fists. At first her voice comes out in a low whisper, trembling as she's unable to control the mixture of emotions swelling up in her chest. Yet, she still tries to suppress them 


She inhales as she closes her eyes, a light breeze blows as the moon shines in the sky at it's fullest 


?Mother?: Ha! How dare I this is what your mother looked like? How sad I must say... She could have done better, don't you think? 


The woman smiles as she twirls around in the dress she's wearing. The wind blows a little harder this time. The girl hisses lowly as her fingernails are now digging into her palms 


Pishka: How dare you mock my mother in this manner?! Don't you have respect for the dead?! Who are you to do such to my mother! 


CONFRONTATION - PART 1