Fortune Teller Master Novels & Stories

Felicity couldn't help but reflect, 'Despite everything that has transpired, I never seem to learn from my mistakes. On one occasion, a fortune teller predicted that a calamity would befall Felicity at the age of twenty-five, emphasizing the need to find someone with a strong fate to overcome the impending misfortune. According to the fortune teller, only then would she be guaranteed a smooth and luminous future. Felicity's mother held great faith in the fortune teller's words, constantly arranging introductions with men who perfectly matched the specified criteria.

How did you know, by the way? ‘Margaret.’ Of course. His guess was Tristan but who needed his people to report when the rulers had a clairvoyant wolf as a handy contact. ‘We landed ten minutes ago and will be joining you shortly.’ ‘What did the fortune-teller see?’ Though Greg wasn’t sure if he wanted to know. ‘Everything we’re going to stop,’ she uttered firmly before dropping the link.

I muttered to myself. She winked. “I recommend fortune-telling. The customers usually hate what you tell them, but it pays well. They don’t call me Lady Fortune for nothing.”Alpha Marcus grunted. “You didn’t count the money this time.”Lady Fortune stuck a hand on her hip and raised her chin. “With a lady present? Never. Anyway, you tipped well enough last time that I don’t think I have anything to worry about.” At least Alpha Marcus was generous with his money, if nothing else.

Sinister never thought one day he will have such a beautiful family. Everything came to track and a beautiful one to be precise. Indeed there is a bright sun behind every dark cloud. ______________________________________ So this was the end of Yes, Master finally. The next book is already up on my profile known as “No Master” containing Rafael Hunt and Rose’s story. Don’t forget to give it a try. A story filled with regret, love, dark romance, and redemption. Do remember to like and leave your reviews about Yes, Master. I tried my best to give justice to my characters. So my readers. Wish me luck for the future and don’t forget to support me.

Could she be right? There’s no seeing the future, Sandy. There are too many variables. Perhaps you will, but maybe not with Sean. There’s no way to know what any of it means. Really, it’s just a card game. Distractedly, I reach for two cards when Vermillion extends the fanned deck to me and hold up the tower and the star. Our Creole fortune-telling guest peers at me, a strange expression on her face. “Draw two mo’, girl.”

Carla froze for a moment, then quickly rushed downstairs to open the door. As expected, an elderly man with a refined aura stood outside, slowly shaking his head with a sigh. Carla stared at him in shock. The fortune teller walked inside and said, "Give me the straw." Amanda quickly handed it over. He took one look and said calmly, "The soul belonging to the long straw is no longer in that body. He may be dead, or he may be asleep. Either way, he is gone."

She just handed over some money, but the lady refused to take the money from Arabella. "I don’t take money from those who don’t believe in my readings, sweetie" the fortune teller said with a polite smile. "The day when everything I said happens, come back and pay me, I'll take money from you on that day only," the fortune teller looked very confident making Arabella to be surprised. Arabella just smiled in return, somewhat uncertainly hanging in between the line of belief and disbelief, while Xander, excited by what he'd heard, tried to know his future too, "Can I take a card too?"

"Mine! This cat is mine!" Mina Corvelle shrieked, her voice cracking with excitement. Suddenly, the blind old fortune-teller sitting at her roadside stall started muttering mysteriously, "Young lady, the cat you're holding in your arms is a once-in-a-century dark fortune cat. Once it chooses its master, the owner will gain immense riches, but—" Mina cut her off impatiently, her face brimming with unrestrained fervor. "Ma'am, what do I need to do to make it recognize me as its master?"

Mai sighed saying 'can't be helped. "Right. There was a tale about a person with a weird habit of foretelling someone's fate. Some said it was a false and hoax tale. And some rebutted that he was real and that what he was telling was 80-100% accurate. But I won't say that he was the same person as your master." "Yeah. Me too." Yman agreed to her. But Yman narrowed his eyes. |Fate Master ha.| This name was familiar to him.

He said moving his eyes to hers. Rose frowned slightly how will she know it when no one told her? Is she a mind reader in his eyes? “But no one told me, Master.” Fuck! He cursed in his head as soon as he heard her sleepy voice calling him master. He loved how seductive it sounds from her lips. “Master.” She whispered but all his attention was caught by her lips. Rose sucked on her breath when he started leaning to her lips. She clutched the edges of her wet dress in anticipation. She pressed her head against the wall expecting him to just fulfill his desires. But then.