Fortuneteller Baba Saga Novels & Stories

He stood before the familiar, steady eyes, the hint of a smile he had once been the sole recipient of. He whispered his words for Joe alone: "We made it, Joe. We're not just bound by fortune." A single, proud tear traced a path down his cheek, unseen by anyone but the man in the portrait. "We are the fortune." A blaze of fireworks blossomed across the sky outside, a kaleidoscope of colors reflected in the dark glass of the Ekon-Brian Tower, a thousand fleeting stars against an immortal city, the pulse of a dynasty never to fade. ---

I bent down and picked her up, spinning her in the air, her laughter filling the space in a way that chased away any shadow from my chest. "Good morning, my princess. Did you sleep well?" "Yes! Isa let me sleep with a very fluffy bunny plushie. But you promised!" She pointed her finger at me, very serious. "I promised...?" I pretended to be confused, even though I already knew the answer. "Today is Saturday. Park day! But I want to go to the movies too. Isa said there's a new fairy movie playing!" I glanced at Isa, who was trying to hide her smile behind her coffee mug. She looked at me shyly, but her eyes had that sparkle that left me breathless.

This time the comments beneath one of the articles caught my eye before I could avoid them. Gold digger. Attention seeker. Washed-up singer. She trapped him. She looks like trouble. I handed the tablet back so quickly that it nearly slipped from my fingers. The room stayed quiet. Joe did not move. Xavier placed the tablet on the desk and came a little closer, not enough to crowd me. “This is what he wants,” he said. “He wants you ashamed and frightened before anything real has even begun.” I let out a weak laugh. “That part is working.”

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read A Baby for the Dragon. This book is a breeder kink one and has some talk of infertility with the main female lead but will result in a pregnancy for our dragon and his mate. There will be tons of unprotected sex and lots of dirty talk, the sex will be super graphic and if that’s not something you enjoy that’s okay. There are plenty of other books out there for you, just maybe not this one.

Bailey felt as if she was going mad… When she thought about how she would soon die, her tears started rolling down her cheeks like pearls falling off a bracelet that snapped. “The fortune-teller told me that I could live to eighty. He even said that I’m a fortunate person. “Logically speaking, this shouldn’t happen to me. The fortune-teller I went to is a well-respected master!” Bailey continued to speak. Jonathan couldn’t resist replying in his heart. ‘Even if you’re lucky, your terrible personality can’t possibly make up for that little bit of luck. You ought to know that there is karma for all the bad things you do. Your lifespan will be reduced because of that…’

Still admiring the gown on my body, Barbara suddenly barged into my room. She eyed me from head to toe, taking in the appearance of the gown. I knew she wouldn't admit that the gown was beautiful but she knew it was. It hurt her that she couldn't give a bad comment about the gown, so she made a very interesting and at the same time annoying confession. “Just to show that you are such a useless brat, my dad switched my place with yours. Now you will be stuck with that beast and I will be here enjoying life as I please,” she waved her long acrylic nails at me, evil gleaming in her eyes.

“Stopppp! Abs-boss has a child?! A real child?!” “I don’t know!” she said, her voice rising. “I just heard. He said he sent money already last week. He even got mad, saying he already gave before. Then—” She stopped, remembering the sound of something falling and the sudden end of the call. “I was so shocked that I pushed the door open. Then he saw me listening. He sent me home right away!” “Ahhhh!” RJ almost screamed, slapping her shoulder. “Beh, that’s it! That’s the scandal of the year! If he has a child, that means he has an ex. And if he has an ex, that means you have a chance!”

Chantal commented as I sat beside her. I gave her a small smile. “I have a lot to be thankful for,” I replied. She smiled back and nodded, so I turned to Jarvis. “Did you pray, Jarvis? What did you pray for?” “Lots, Mama. But it’s a secret,” he said, giggling softly. I just shook my head and gave him a thumbs-up. Good—he still kept his prayers to himself. According to superstition in our family, if you tell someone what you prayed for, it won’t come true. I don’t know if it’s true, but it doesn’t hurt to follow the rule.

I stared at him in disbelief, a sense of despair and anger that I had never felt before surging inside of me. So… this was my so-called father. A man who would sacrifice his daughter's happiness for profit! Just as I was about to break, Scott's voice rang out again. "The Howard family does not need to sell off a young woman's beauty. Her future is hers to decide."

“Who would have thought? Mr. Billionaire, cutthroat in the boardroom, is secretly a master chef in the kitchen.” He tilts his head, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Master chef? Let’s not get carried away now. I can follow a recipe.” Kyle chimes in, waving his little fork. “He is awesome! And the food is yummy!” I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head at the small bundle of joy in front of me. “Well, I can’t argue with that.” I take a bite of the spaghetti and pause, eyes widening slightly at the rich, perfectly seasoned sauce. “Okay, wow. I take it back. Not just good, this is amazing.”