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

George: Do spare my guards they're the few that are willing to follow me and fight against my sister if need be 


The girl that once looked haggard and filthy now was dressed in a more classy knee length lace dress. She scoffs as she dashes across the room, grabbing me by the collar to stare at me with glowing red eyes. I'm unable to move due to being trapped in the trance casted by her eyes. Her aura making me feel weak to the knees 


'Could this be the power of the Vampire goddess? Her powers grew so rapidly in such a short span of time..' 


My thoughts are lost in a abyss, her pupils. I regain consciousness seconds later when I hear snickering. I'm released, only then do the guards react as if they were frozen in time - unaware of what was happening. Time resuming after she releases me. A unfamiliar feeling stirring in my chest. She steps back sitting on the coffee table crossing her leg 


RETURNING HOME - PART 4