Fortuneteller Baba Saga Novels & Stories

"But I shift and you don't. Deal?" Baba laughed as he sat up as well. "Being sneaky are we?" "Just being cautious," I grinned again. "You taught me that." "Fine. And what happens when I win?" I raised my head up, my finger pressed to my jaw as I pretended to think. I already know what Baba wanted the most from me, but I still liked pulling his leg. "Deal. If..." "Fine. I will visit you in the throne room if you win. Keyword: If." I emphasized.

And if Thomas was hiding something… she would find out. Back in her office, Serena saw the notification pop up on her burner phone. A single message. Margaret: Who is this? Serena smirked. Hook, line, and sinker. She didn’t respond. Not yet. “Let Margaret sit with it. Let her wonder. Let the doubt fester. Because this was just the beginning. I’m exacting my revenge!”

Babel as he thought about it. “Go on, speak your mind!” replied Yaakov as he rested his arms against his back. “Well… After observing him for a while, it appears that Young Master Laidler conforms to quite a lot of the fortune-teller’s conditions! For one, he possesses remarkable abilities that ordinary people could never hope to achieve. He also has a good family background and his martial arts skills are immensely powerful!” said Mr. Babel, prompting Yaakov’s smile to widen.

“The press heat, the public backlash—too hot. No bank wants to be seen backing blood feuds.” Anya stood still, the words sinking in. The first real break. Not a statement. Not a threat. A fracture. She crossed the room, hands braced on the edge of the table. “Show me the list,” she said. “Who falls next?” Lena swiped quickly through her tablet, screen bright against the gathering dark. “Two trade partners already pulled deals,” she reported. “And one old family—low ranking, but vocal—publicly distancing. They’re cracking.”

But the next paragraph made my blood run cold. “However, every blessing demands a price. For the fortune to take full effect, the mother’s life must be given in exchange. “If the mother is still alive forty-nine days after the three boys choose her, the blessing will turn into a curse. Everyone close to her will meet a terrible end. “According to the legend, this year, on July 7 at sundown, the three boys will appear in Southvale.” That was the exact day and time Ryan had brought the children home.

I mean, she had never been cuter than she was now. “Mama?” Barbie’s sister screeched. “Let us go home, Javi-bear. I think Lucy is already tired,” I said to Javier, and he nodded, standing up. He pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet and dropped it on the table. “You are just going to leave like that. You promised me you would marry me, but you leftme for this ugly bitch.” She was even louder now, and I cringed, quickly covering Lucy’s ears with my fingertips. She was too young to be listening to people cursing. My movement must have caught the harridan’s attention because she turned to me and looked at me with so much hatred.

" Baba asked again to be sure "Yes Baba. Am surprised myself" she said. Baba did not say anything again and continue to count the money when he was through he spoke "All in all the money is thirty thousand naira as you can see. But am still surprised that someone gave you such amount without doing anything for her, because last I checked you were doing your job" Baba reasoned "Hummm, seriously am surprised my self" Umma said "May Allah do the best for us and I pray the money is earned from halal way not Haram" Baba prayed

" Baba asked again to be sure "Yes Baba I'm surprised as well" she said. Baba did not say anything again and continued to count the money when he was done he spoke "The money is thirty thousand naira as you can see. But I'm still surprised that someone gave you such amount without doing anything for her, because last I checked you were doing your job" Baba reasoned "Hmm , seriously I'm surprised myself" Umma said "May Allah do the best for us and I pray the money is earned from halal way not Haram" Baba prayed

A fortune weaver's tent—rare, expensive, forbidden in some packs. I stopped. "Do you believe in fate?" Cain followed my gaze. "I believe in choices. Consequences. But fate?" He shrugged. "Fate is a story we tell ourselves after we've made our moves." "Then let's hear a story." I pulled him inside. The interior was dim, lit by candles and the glow of a brazier. The fortune weaver was an old she-wolf, her fur white, her eyes milky with age. She smiled when she saw us, a knowing smile that made my skin prickle.

" We both turned to him. All the while, he had been basking in his happiness while watching us silently. "It's perfect!" He announced. There was something in his eyes when he said those words. I could swear to it. And if there is anything I had known about Barnabas over the past five years, he always had a sinister plan going on in that head of his. But this wasn't even about him. Why is he so interested. "We will get the contract ready and send your copy to sign tonight." We finalized.