Fortune Teller Master Novels & Stories

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

He continued adding fuel to the fire. "Let me tell you—I've handled countless fake heir cases like this, and these wealthy elites truly are the best at tormenting people. "When they come for you, they'll disfigure you and send you off to the brothels to be played with. You'll waste the rest of your days away there! They'll be here soon. Just you wait!" I curved my lips into a knowing smile. "Alright, I'll wait for them. But you two had better not run off!"

My Mumma sank on the sofa sobbing while Daddy tried to console her. Mom sighed. "Now are you satisfied?" Zaheer looked at her. "Are you happy Mom?" He didn't say it angrily and neither rudely. "What do you mean happy? I'm upset because I won't be getting to hold my grandchildren before I die. How can you say that I'm happy?!" She said angrily. "Sultana ji, please don't be angry with our Sania. It isn't her fault. It was all fated for her." Mumma said.

Home is just about ten minutes away. Also, I am merely an ordinary girl, with jet-black hair that is way too long to style outside of a ponytail or bun, and a pale complexion that refuses to tan no matter how long I stay in the sun or in a tanning bed. I don’t even have a college education, as I had started working immediately after high school so that I could help Ma with the bills. It’s comedic to think someone would actually salute me. I had always heard that these fortune tellers were con artists. So far, the only thing she has gotten correct about me is my name, which I am sure Rebekah gave to her. I lean back in my chair and wait for her to explain herself.

— Don’t hate me little one, what we did was necessary. — It was necessary ... - I repeat sarcastically. - You had to convince the fat, blind girl of how much you wanted her, right? You had to fuck me all the time, right? I bit my lip to keep from crying. There was something else, there is always something else. — You'll justify yourself by saying that there was no other way to contact Yoleandra but, don't you know what a fucking tabla de Ouija is?! - I shout. — It doesn't work like that, precious. It had to be through you, you were the only one whom the spirit of the Sorceress could possess. You are her heiress, her reincarnation, you know that.

I was dreading seeing Ron. "Thank you, Pete, for coming with me today." I told my business partner and friend. Right after graduating high school, I bought and opened my fortune-telling store in the heart of New Orleans. I decided upon fortune-telling due to a natural gift I had. Not only was I good at palm reading and tarots, I had this ability to see into someone's future if I so desired. It was something I could control, for the most part. Usually, I had to be physically touching someone and focus on their aura to tap into my gifts.

I haven't given him the right. Suddenly something came to my mind. While on my way to the bar, I met a fortune teller. She checked my hand and told me that a storm was going to come into my life which would turn my life upside down. And when I asked her about my love line on the hand. She said I do have the love threat. But it had got tangled but not to worry too much about it. It will be untangled soon. But what kind of storm was she talking about?

The middle-aged man snorted as he continued holding the compass in his hand before speaking arrogantly, “I am Master Lennard who comes from twenty-two generations of Feng Shui masters! Do you really think that something as trivial as this will be a challenge for me? You are just a young kid, but you actually dare to call yourself a Feng Shui master? I am afraid you are nothing but an arrogant liar!” Charlie smiled as he looked at the black and red aura lingering around Master Lennard’s body with a bloody scent. He then said, “Master Lennard, since you are a Feng Shui master, why didn’t you predict your own fortune today? Don’t you know that a bloody disaster will befall you today?” Master Le

He can always snap, may it be by accident or not. "The Master will see you two now." Henchman said as he appeared from behind the closed doors. I gave a pitiful sigh as we stood and walked into the meeting room. I just wanted to rest for now, unwind from the haunting image of the Kingdom. Not that I would get much rest do to my traumatic nightmares. But it was still nice to have small breaks. Upon our entry Master had his arms crossed over his chest, back against the back rest of the chair. He appeared displeased.

It was something Chelsea had taught her. The little girl said it was to make the tears dry up in our eyes hence not making them come down. Shaking her head, she opened the door of the bathroom only to gasp. "Master?" "I heard you yelling and then I thought maybe someone foolish, crazy, lazy, and douchebaggery did come to your room and I had to come to check myself." TBC How was it? Don't forget to subscribe to my book and drop a comment. XoXo