Fortuneteller Baba Saga Novels & Stories

The crowd turned to her, doubt flickering in their eyes. "Yeah, Mara, don’t lower yourself to begging this shady seller. Take your money back. You could easily adopt a child, and you wouldn’t even have to go through childbirth." Mara’s expression shifted. She bit down on her lip, then, with trembling hands, held out a cloth bundle. "No, only Rainie’s fortune cookies can help me. I heard whatever you use for it determines what kind of child you’ll have. This… this is my late husband’s hair. I just want to give birth to Zane’s child."

Questions that had nothing to do with me being a ‘chosen. Trian believed that fortune tellers were all liars, maybe they were, maybe they weren’t. I stopped before the small, odd-looking hut with bones hanging from its door. I walked in and immediately spotted the old woman. She sat on a wooden stool directly in front of the fireplace, her eyes fixed on the fire. She muttered some foreign words before blowing a whitish powder into the flames, causing them to burn brighter. “How can I help you, girl?” She asked, without looking at me.

Ella chimed in, her excitement evident. Curiosity got the better of us, and we decided to take a detour to visit the fortune teller. The small, dimly lit shop was tucked away in a quiet corner, with a sign that read, "Madame Zara's Mystical Readings." The interior was filled with an eclectic mix of mystical artifacts – crystal balls, tarot cards, and dreamcatchers. The air was heavy with the scent of incense, adding to the otherworldly atmosphere. Madame Zara, a woman with piercing eyes and an enigmatic smile, welcomed us. "Come in, come in. I sense you have many questions," she said, her voice soothing yet filled with an air of mystery.

“What the hell are you bluffing about, devil woman? Who the hell gave you the right to order me around? And I have nothing to return to you. The jewelry belongs to my mom, and the gold is my dad’s. As for the money, I’m wondering if they’re still the rightful owners. But don’t worry, I left it for you... even though I know you won’t be able to use it because your time here is running out.” She laughed again, this time longer, as if my words were some kind of joke. The sound was chilling, echoing through the bare room and sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, Adam,” she said, shaking her head with a wicked grin. “You really think you can stop me? Kill me? You’re just a child playing a grown-up’

The infamous elder twin of Ibhaan Sindhuja Akumji. To date, I only heard about his wisdom and techniques and piles and piles of praises. It is the first time I am seeing him, standing a couple of steps away from me. I’d be very honest when I say, the brothers have remarkable difference both in terms of personality and persona. Subhaan, per se, is either a fucking retardo (which I presume he is) or this is somebody else hola-hopping in his body. His vibes aren’t definitely inviting but he does not pass himself to be a Alpha either.

Another giggle bubbled from my throat. We made our way to the home office, Xander settling himself and then pulling me onto his lap. Handing me the ancient book and a collection of scrolls that Vijay Kaka or Alpha Agrawal had provided from Baba’s collection. He explained how Baba had intended to give me all this information when they met me or if they returned to the States–a way to help me adapt to my new reality and prepare me for what lay ahead.

Candace suddenly said pulling me out of my thoughts “Ooh!” I looked forward and saw baba yehga shrine, baba yehga is a werewolf with a witch blood in his system making him half witch and he is quite good with divinity. His father had an affair with a witch and she carried a child for him, it was not specifically frowned upon but it was not prevalent either as the child might not know where to belong and be avoided by both species and that is exactly why different supernatural beings do not mix.

I entered the bathroom, took a bath, and left. While driving to Gina's house, I started thinking about the incident that happened between Loretta and me. I wished it never happened or that I never called Loretta for help. That was a great mistake I made, and anything could happen. What if she conceived? I can't abort any child, as God won't forgive me for that. Everything seemed abnormal for me, and I couldn't think properly, but maybe seeing Gina would bring me peace of mind. I continued driving and put on my music. I was actually listening to Bella Shmuda's song "Vision 2020" while driving. The energy messages in the song were strong.

Larissa snorted and said, "I don't want to stay another moment longer at a scammer's shop." "Barbara isn't a scammer!" Wendy continued defending Barbara. "Everything she said about me that hadn't happened yet all came into fruition after that! I wouldn't lie to you even if my life depended on it! Besides, I have friends who came for readings here, and they all said she's damn accurate!" "She forms her sentences in a way that she can cover up for herself no matter what. Besides, the people who have gone for readings would definitely think that whatever happened to them was a prophecy. Don't all fortune tellers play the same tricks?" retorted Larissa.