Fortuneteller Baba Saga Novels & Stories

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.”

"Dad." "Bella, so you still remember to call me, huh? You're getting more and more rebellious, sneaking out like that." "Dad, I went to find the hidden powerhouse who could help our family, and I found him." "What?" Keagan was stunned. Arabella continued, "Dad, do you remember the fortune teller who once said that there was a hidden powerhouse in Goldspire who could help the Foxhalls through this crisis?" "Of course I do. But I didn't take it seriously. That fortune teller may have a reputation, but many also call him a fraud. His words are a mix of truth and lies. You can't trust them completely."

My door swings open quietly, and I grab the nearest thing I think counts as a weapon—one of my computer science textbooks. Baba stands in the door, clutching a baseball bat. “Go to Mama in our room, chryso mou.” I grab the envelope and start to shake my head. “No, I—” “It’s my job to protect this family.” His face turns deadly serious. I’ve never seen Baba look like that, not even when he said Mama and I should move back to Greece. Not even last night, when he was getting patched up in our kitchen. Something terrible is happening. The money won’t fix this.

"You have been staring at the baby the whole afternoon, move let me see her." "Can you two stop your little lovers' fight or I ban you from getting close to my child? If you wake her, I'll name Melissa as the only godmother." Jenifer's warning made the two stop. "Seriously Melissa what is going on?" Jenifer asked, holding her hand. "I have noticed your mind is preoccupied since you came in. Are you having trouble with Sasha again?" Lisa asked, sitting beside her. "I knew that Sasha was not to be trusted, she is pure evil. You should stay away from her Melissa." Nancy jumped in as always.

“They may be predators, but they almost never attack people. My dad said that in the past century, there have only been two incidents in North America. He wouldn’t lie to me, not when he wants me to be safe out here.” I glanced back over my shoulder and gasped seeing large canine silhouettes not far behind. “Wait…they are following us! They’re not acting right. Do you think they have rabies or something?” “Or something,” said Jesse, suddenly stopping and pointing to the right. “There’s a cabin

The twins are enjoying the party and playing with the other kids. I was sitting on the reserved seats for the twins when a guy approached me and introduced himself. "Hi, I am Hedwig Bryant. I am the godfather of the birthday celebrant." Hedwig introduced himself. "Raia David. The babysitter of the twins." I replied. "I see, I heard some urban legends about the Ladon's Family." Hedwig replied and tried to start a conversation. "Really!? I don't know that." I replied and acted clueless.

Don’t be surprise am tryna rob a old woman here, it kinda what I do, hahahahaha I really do deceive with this my cute innocent outgoing aura. “My child… I’ve got… few bucks only…… left with me.” She replied in her old croak voice. I scoff, then hijack the mama’s purse and take half of what inside, which is 50bucks, am nice tho. Damn I thought oldies are the richest dudes.

"They could..." "They could save your worthless hides," Babi snapped, hoisting Kyle forward "any detrimental fallout can be sorted out later, correct?" Kyle rolled his eyes. A move that did not go unnoticed. "What fee?" Ash asked, narrowing his eyes, Marie's presence emboldening him. "And what fallout? We're not agreeing to anything unless you give some clues. Bad business practice." "Nothing horrendous," Babi winked "my fee, my fee, what will it be? Something from you, to give to me. Perhaps," he ambled forward. "A relic that I seek also? Something that will aid me in sending back all this chaos."

He already has a master. “A master? How baba, I don't understand." Wasiu asked “You do not need to understand. You need to return him immediately and find an alternative. I believe you know what would happen if you fail to complete the sacrifice tonight?" Baba said in their native tongue in his usual ominous way of speaking. Wasiu was torn partly realizing that this was all too good to be true. All this work and nothing to show for it? And yet he would still have to go hunt for a new prey? It was too stressful.