How To Be A Palm Reader Novels & Stories

“ So you work here? “ Said Betina, entering the tent. The tent was illuminated with fluorescent lights and decorated with purple and gold. “ Welcome! My name is Persia. Betina: “ Are you a psychic? Persia: “ Yes! I read palms and talk to spirits! I can see the future and unlock the secrets of the past. Betina: “ You're blind, but on the other hand you have a gift! Persia: “ What do you want? Betina stretched out her hand: “ What do you see in my hand? Persia held her hand with her left hand and with the tips of her index finger massaged the corner of her forehead.

“What would you like me to do for you this fine evening? Read your palm or a tarot reading?” “This is bull,” Kayla muttered loud enough for my ears only. Ignoring her, I replied, “A palm reading, please.” The fortune teller nodded and asked for my hand to be placed on the table. Gently, she began tracing the lines on my palm, causing thrills to run down my spine and tickle a bit. Kayla, unimpressed, kept scoffing and kissing her teeth subtly, while I pinched her gently to behave. “Oh, you carry heavy shadows,” the woman mumbled as her fingers ran through my palm, with her eyes shut close.

I complain to Ember. ‘I don't get it. I know I created that gust of wind. I felt the energy around me and in me. I felt it in my veins, flowing through me. I need to know what I'm capable of,’ I sulk. Ember inspects me on the ground and nudges my hand. He stares intently at the palm of my hand like there’s something there. I look at my palms and find myself focusing. My palms are growing warm. I remain still and concentrate on the warmth. A large flame suddenly appears in my hand. I jump up and, in a panic, wave my hands up and down through the air.

“Take off your gloves. Hold your bracelet in one hand. Hold your other hand palm up. Imagine a flame in that palm.” I clutched the bracelet in my left hand and held the right one out, palm up. Closing my eyes, I imagined a flame in my right palm. When I opened my eyes, the glow of my palm had become stronger, and flames emerged from my fingertips they spread over my palm and seemed to dance. “That was… That was kind of cool,” I said with a smile. “It’ll get even better with more practice,” Kieran assured me. “Hmph. I suppose.” I closed my palm. The flames went out, and the glow of my hand died down a little.

I asked. "By doing a reading, it might provide insights into your past, present and future. Should the reading tell me to help you, I will help you. I will then also need your blood. If it tells me not to, then I will not need your blood because I will not help you."

I inquired in my squeaky voice. She chuckled softly. “Yes, the granny witches. Would you like to see how it’s done?” she asked, and I eagerly nodded, ready to learn. “First, you touch the person’s body and feel it,” she explained. Her hand glided over the woman’s body so gently it almost seemed as if she weren’t touching it at all. “Then you check their wrist for a pulse, assuming they’re still alive, of course,” she added, pressing three fingers to the woman’s wrist. “Pay attention to the pulse’s rhythms; they reveal a lot.”

“Or maybe the Gitana has some handsome dude flirting with the ladies as they walk in, watching their reactions through a hidden camera.” “You’re such a skeptic, Hera. I thought you were into this stuff, or at least believed there’s more to magic than just what’s in books?” I really did think there was more to magic than what was written down. But I was also a realist. The Gitana Queen would need to show me something before I handed over my hard-earned tips from all those hours spent waiting tables. “That doesn’t mean I buy into everything I hear.” “I don’t buy into everything either, just some of it. I wonder if the Gitana does palm readings. I’d love to know what my future looks like,” Keia

She tucked her arm beneath his waiting arm. “You can also try to tell me what my future entails after we eat.” He joked. Meagan couldn’t hold back a giggle. “Don’t forget that I am only a human with no superpowers.” “Some humans can do palm reading just by looking at the tiny lines on it.” He showed her his large hands.

Damien raised an eyebrow before tossing three coins into the jar. “Never heard that before.” The gypsy grabbed the deck of cards and then placed them on the table, organizing them into two rows. She slowly took away cards that seemed out of place until only two were left. “Give me your palm.” He rested it on the table. She grabbed his wrist, felt around for a few seconds, and then studied the lines in his palm. “Would you like to know your future?”

The woman with very long unkempt dreads was seated on a mat, and people paid money so she could read their palm and tell them about their future. “Do people still believe in this?” Tiffany asked. “Of course. I want us to try.” Freya said, tugging at Tiffany's and Timothy's hand. Tiffany reluctantly agreed and they pushed their way to the front, that way they could see the woman properly. “You!” The woman suddenly yelled and pointed at Tiffany. Everyone immediately turned to look at her. “You have a lot of adversaries and adversities around you. Some have started unfolding while some will soon unfold.” The woman said, keeping her eyes fixed on Tiffany.