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

I comb through the woods desperately searching for the figure I saw in the woods. My stomach turning and tying itself into knots, unable to settle my nerves and ending up losing my cool. I stop once I arrive at the location where the sounds came from only seconds ago but find empty silence. Dread washes over me as I turn to look at the house but it's silent 


I don't think anything bad about it as the door is closed. And there is no living soul in sight. I continue to look through the forest but find nothing. That's until I spot a piece of cloth on a tree branch a few feet about my head. I jump and grab it, landing with a loud stomp. My eyes widen as my heartbeat quickens. I close my eyes as I bring the cloth close to my nose and inhale deeply. A scream of a child snaps me out of my fear frenzy 


OVER AND OVER - PART 4