Fortuneteller Baba Saga Novels & Stories

His fingers tapped rhythmically against his knee, an old habit of his when he was nervous. “What is it, Caleb?” His smile faltered. “What do you mean?” I leaned forward. “I mean, what do you want? You have been tapping your knee like a drum and drowning in wine. Just spit it out.” He downed his glass in one go, exhaling. “I need some money, Zayn.” I stared at him. “Are you kidding me?” Three months ago, I gave him five million dollars to invest in his so-called business. A business I had never seen or never heard details about.

"You heard me right!! I am well related to this man here. He's like a brother to me. You know what this means I wouldn't watch you truncate his life. He's my sister's husband" 'Do you remember what Baba told you? Or should I remind you?" ** The trio (Amanda, Shade and Bimbo) had earlier gone to meet an occultist. Baba scratched his gray hair as he stepped out of his shady hut. He gagged a local wood toothstick in his mouth and held a basin filled with water, he hung a rough piece of cloth that looked like a rag across his shoulder. "Hahaa, my shiidrenn.." baba greeted upon sighting the three friends.

“She will bring you laughter, and much more pain. You were an idiot to claim her as usual, little lost prince.” Morozko was pinned under the hag’s gaze. His breath came fitfully as his vision hazed. Old magic from his father’s side gripped him. A bannik’s foresight, but instead of cereal, it was Baba Yaga’s words that brought the vision on. He had rarely seen things of the future since he was a young boy playing with flames, staring into the heart of the fire. This revelation took Morozko by surprise:

I also noticed the group who are poking fun at one of their friends causing her face to turn red. I stopped at a booth and read the article above. Along Baba's magical ball. And because I was intrigued I read what was glued to the door. Do you want to know if your boyfriend has a paramour? Can you get married? Will you pass or fail the exam or graduate from college? What are you waiting for! Let's guess which Aling Baba has the longest chin I mean she's the best fortune teller in our school. When I entered, instead of laughing, my whole body trembled. After all, who would sensibly wear a death costume, right? Who else, the woman prophesying now in front of me.

Alexander pointed ahead, “We’re here.” The shop Layla pointed us to was just another dead-end. The faded signs told us enough, and when we peeked through the windows, the place was empty. The barber must have noticed that we were looking for the fortune-teller, and stepped out of his shop, throwing a towel over his shoulder. “Looking for something, kids?” Alexander squeezed my hand, and I caught on that I shouldn’t say anything. “We were looking for the fortune-teller lady. You see, my wife and I want to know if it’s a good time to have a baby.”

The woman confirmed and Tasha walked back to her. "I am a fortuneteller. Will you like to know what your future will look like?" The woman offered. She quickly wore a smile and confessed. "I don't have money on me." "It’s fine. It's free." The woman walked closer to her. "Okay, ma." She accepted. The woman took a stone out of the basket and placed it on Tasha's forehead. The stone blinked blue, and suddenly changed to red, and the woman opened her eyes and mouth in shock. "What?!"

"You are sure we can trust this Rita to just help us?" "Well, she is doing it for her own personal revenge against him. He did horrible things to her." She shivered slightly as she recalled. "And she would be needing money." With her being this close to me, I kissed her lips. "You see why I said you are amazing?" "You already started it. So it didn't take much for her to be found." I chuckled. "That reminds me, what did you do with my money, Mama?" "Charity." I could not help but laugh. "You went from, 'I don't want anything to do with your money' to spending and giving out at will."

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“A witch? But... but…” “Yes, a witch,” the fortune teller snapped in a mockery of Betty’s voice, her patience clearly wearing thin. “And you’re lucky I saw you all in my scrying glass, about to make this situation even worse with your amateur seance. Did none of you stop to think about the consequences of meddling with forces you don’t understand?” Fabian stepped forward, his brow furrowed. “What do you mean, ‘make it worse’? What’s really going on here?”

she smirked, an evil glint in her eyes. “But fuck! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I already arranged a deal with some horny older man but you got lucky by sleeping with that hot billionaire. You bitch! I bet you don’t remember him, good, cause I’m not helping you find him. Go raise your baby alone” she smirked. “H-how could you?” I stuttered. My tears were uncontrollable and I was glad not much where paying attention to my ongoing drama. “Fuck. You. Bitch” Cara sneered. She picked up her purse and exited the cafe.