How To Be A Palm Reader Novels & Stories

"I won't do it again. I can make it up to you." "How?" Crossing my arms over each other, I was curious. "There's something really crazy that I know how to do. Want me to show you?" "Sure." I replied, beaming at his excitement. "I can read palms. I'll see your future." He blurted out, holding out his hand for me to place mine on it. "You?" I snorted, pushing away his hand.

She could feel the energy pulsing beneath her fingertips, but every time she reached for it, it slipped away, like sand through her hands. She closed her eyes, blocking out the distractions, and centered her thoughts. The first step was always the easiest—psychometry. It was the most natural of her abilities, allowing her to read the history of objects simply by touching them. She pulled a small wooden carving from her pocket, a trinket she had found in the village earlier that day. The smooth surface felt warm against her palm as she closed her fingers around it, letting the memories embedded in the wood flow through her.

I say, "I am not even sure what a life reading is." "I examine your past lives if you have any. Sometimes, I talk about the current life you're in. It depends on what the spirits want you to know," Esmeralda explains as she lights sage to cleanse the room, "I do this using the crystal ball, tarot, palm, and rune reading." "Okay," I say, the anxiety becoming so severe bile is starting to rise in my throat. A persistent throb started to form behind my eyes, similar to what happened at the theater but less urgent and demanding.

Some traditions are there for a reason. “Open your palm,” said the Elder. “Now, produce a flame without any finger movements.” “How?” “Imagine the movements, but don’t make them.” I did as he asked and three hours later, sweat covering my face, a tiny flame appeared at the tip of one finger. “No,” said the Elder. He slapped my fingers, and the flame I had so painstakingly produced went out. “Make it appear in the palm of your hand.” It was getting dark on the fifth day when a light blue wisp appeared in my palm. I pushed down my excitement in case it broke my concentration and watched the flame dance. It was very faint and probably only visible because of the gloom of dusk.

My feet were frozen to the dusty path. “I never saw this one back then.” I was slowly pulled closer to it. Maybe I was carrying the same curiosity I had back then. “Palm Readings & Soul Divining.” I read, staring closely at the sign. A hand suddenly pulled me behind the curtains. My heart jumped, and I almost let a scream out of my chest. The woman took my palms, carefully tracing some lines in silence. Then spoke softly, “Two roads wind through you,” the mysterious woman whispered. “One reaching back. One waiting ahead.”

She shines her puppy eyes on Xu Kai, "Sir.. Please?" Next thing they know, they are taking a seat on the fortune teller's stand. After a long session which consists of palmistry, facial fortune telling, horoscopy, and fortune sticks, the fortune teller nods while stroking his beard. He remarks, "I see, I see..."

“I started studying the art of the universe. Palmistry first, then cards, then the old Italian ways passed down from my own nonna. A year after i truly accepted the gift, stopped fighting it, I conceived my son.“ “Wow,” I breathed in awe. “It really worked like that?” “I can’t promise it’s magic for everyone. But I can tell you this: sometimes the body waits for the spirit to catch up. Sometimes pain is a door, not a wall. If you let me look, I can tell you where the knot is tied and maybe how to loosen it. No guarantees. Just truth, as I see it.” I stared at her open palm resting on her knee, then at my own.

“Your wolf is tired, so you are no threat to us. I only mean to show you something.” Her sister left us alone in the room, taking Elijah’s scalp with her. My hands shook as I pulled the chair out, still hesitant when I wasn’t sure what it was the witch leader wanted. But I was curious nonetheless, and sat down. “Show me your palm.” she nodded at my left hand, and I frowned. I bit down on my trepidation and lifted my arm on the table, turning my hand so my palm faced up. She took my hand in hers, and skimmed my palm with long fingers, tracing the lines and humming to herself with eyes closed.

"What are those?" "It's not anything particularly phenomenal, it’s just nature making sure magic continues to live..." He grunted casually, his eyes boring into mine as if trying to figure out if I was understanding anything. I must not have passed his cross-examination because he went on further to explain, "Alright, maybe this will help. Palm readers?” he huffed, and I nodded obviously familiar with the term, “Those that take your hand and see into your future, you know those yeah? I mean the genuine one's not the knock offs"

It was like a devilishly shrill voice, constantly in her ear, telling her she didn’t deserve him, that she was just nothing but a useless mongrel. She looked at the old woman’s wrinkled face. Nyree gave Leila a reassuring nod as a gesture of encouragement. Leila eventually decided. She put her left hand on the table and said firmly, “Do it then.” The fortune teller got up on her feet and fetched a small exquisite bottle painted with abstract shapes. Then, she put the sharp edge of a short blade to the flame of a candle. She gripped Leila’s hand and sliced her palm along the middle. Fresh blood oozed out. Leila pressed her lips together, trying hard to suppress the urge to wince. The cut was