Saintta Modurat
Bio
Hello everyone,
I am a 27 year old single mother of three wonderful kids. I've always had a love for writing and would write creative short stories since I was in middle school.
Stories (4/0)
Family Ties
Chapter 1 “Nancy come back to bed.” I turned around to see Brian standing behind me in his pajamas. He was about 6’1” and built like a football player but had the brains of a nerd. I think that’s why I have been playing this on again, off again affair with him. The first time we met was when I was married to my first husband Vince Right. I was miserable in my marriage and was really only in it for the money so when Brian came along I couldn’t help but be tempted. We would fool around every once in a while but I wanted a way out of my senseless marriage so Brian and I came up with the perfect plan—fake my murder. By faking my murder, I would be out of the marriage and be rid of my stupid husband since the blame would go all on him. All I had to do was find a way for the police to convict him without needing my body as proof. Vince's brother David solved that problem for me though and after wrapping him around my little finger, the plan came together perfectly.
By Saintta Modurat5 years ago in Criminal
Blood Addiction (Chapter 3)
Chapter 3 After we got to her house I placed her on the couch and was about to leave. It took all my strength not to give in to the urge to kiss her when I was carrying her to her place. It seems like her visions take a lot of energy out of her and she seems to have more visions around me, but why? In our society we have herd of half human half vampire children that have some of the vampire abilities due to the vampire blood. Most of them got the little abilities such as telepathy and nothing else. Jane wasn’t a half-breed though I would’ve been able to sense the vampire blood in her. So how the hell did she get gifted with such powers?
By Saintta Modurat6 years ago in Horror
Blood Addiction: Chapter 2
Chapter 2 “Aw man, what the hell, Julian?” All I could hear was Tony panicking in my ear, pacing back and forth in Jane’s apartment. She’d been knocked out for about three hours and he was starting to worry. To be honest, I don’t know what the hell happened. The last thing I remembered was feeling a shock go down my arm when she accidentally brushed her hand against mine at the blood bank. After that, it was like everything happened in a quick blur. She got dazed, passed out, and hasn’t been up since then. I looked over to my little brother and started shaking my head.
By Saintta Modurat6 years ago in Horror