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

Standing in the desert is a little girl, the dry barren sand blowing at her cheeks. There is nothing but sand, golden orange grains of sand sitting by the piles with unknown creatures lying in slumber beneath them. Taking a closer look, you would notice that she is dressed in rags. With tattered pieces of clothe wrapped around her forearms. No one else was in sight except for her. A bloody dagger in her hand, she seems to be in a daze. Thoughts of last night roaming in her head as she keeps replaying the memory in her head. The screeching wails of the innocent mothers crying for the death of their daughters. And the death of people she knew on a daily, her whole wiped out. Everything she knew was gone in a matter of seconds and she was whisked away into a harem 


STOP THE HURTING - PART 2