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

The bathroom door opens as mist blurs out the bright light coming from the bathroom light. The rest of the room is covered in darkness as Jacob is lying on the bed reading a book. But turns to look at the girl stepping out with a towel over her head, but quickly goes back to reading again after a few minutes of observing her. She was obscuring her facial features and the shirt he had given her earlier reached to her ankles, allowing two pairs of slippers to peek out from under the shirt. They were too big, the whole set-up that would look sexy in another situation turned out to be something like a child wearing her father's outfit. The girl stops in front of the bed, finally pulling the towel from over her head. Her hair looked so unmanaged and messy but at least she had clean hair, unlike before. Jacob kept his eyes trained on the book, to not scare the girl or anything 


Pishka: Um, excuse me but can you please help me dry my hair? 


GROWING - PART 1