Premonição Novels & Stories

Sienna's P.O.V "Are you okay"Nina asked worriedly "I don't know, maybe it is the bad shrimp I ate"she groans "Are you sure"I asked suspiciously "Yes. What are you thinking....oh no,no,no,no.It can't be ,no I can't be"she starts shaking her head. "wait, I am coming"Nina says before leaving,she later returns with a pregnancy test in her hands. "here ,take it, you can never be too sure"she says before handling it over to her.

As a result, my insides were in knots. I didn't know what to expect. My mother in law wass missing and my husband was at death's door, yet all I could think of was the visionary. I was scared of her, scared I would be rebuked, scared she would give an ominous prediction. I sighed and Imade turned her head towards me. "It will be fine. Don't worry. Everything will be fine." She patted my knee and I relaxed, but only by a fraction. I must have drifted off at some point of the journey, because the car jerked and I was startled into wakefulness. I opened my eyes, confused at first, but then remembered where we were headed and the anxiety creeped back into me.

To say that she is beyond shock is an understatement! Her feelings are mixed-up. She's happy, excited, afraid,stressed, overwhelmed to name a few. She's happy to be his bride but this is so sudden that she's afraid she is jumping from one fire to the other.

Her Granny found it interesting, she called it a blessing because it had helped the family in so many ways. Juana herself didn't think it was a blessing, she found it really strange and scary. She'd rather not know the future than know and not be able to stop it from happening, the bad parts that is. She remembered having a dream when she was seven. It was a very strange one. She saw nothing, literally nothing. She was walking on nothing and staring at a ball of nothing. There was no air, no trees, no buildings. Everything was blank. She herself felt invisible. She screamed right out of sleep that morning. And it was the morning of her seventh birthday. When Baron and Dawn asked her about it

Horse hooves click and clack over a cobblestone path and dozens and dozens of rats scurry around the horse. “Callie?” Lucas’s deep voice pulls me away from the burning village. I’m getting really fucking sick of these cryptic visions. Premonition isn’t one of my powers, though this wasn’t like I was seeing the future. It’s not even like the other visions I had before where the Blue-Eyed Man purposely showed me. No, this is different, like I’m accessing memories from a part of my brain that was only recently unlocked. Not by me, but by someone—or something—else, that has a connection with me.

“You just had a nightmare.” Funny. It didn’t feel like a nightmare. Everything had been so vivid, right down to the grungy smell that rolled off the man’s body. My features were pinched with distress as I recalled the pain that came from feeling the dagger. “It wasn’t a dream,” I said weakly. “It was a memory...And what feels like a premonition.”

"No. I did not, Nay. Why is that?" "Oh, thank goodness. I have a bad dream, and it's not good. Don't go around on your own, okay? And don't go to my house." I smiled and shook my head. Nanay Meline is a firm believer in premonitions. She always has them, and it's not wrong to follow. It's not new to me, as I always get this from her. "Don't worry, Nay. Everything is good with me," I said, looking at Enzo. He smiled sweetly.

The way she could tap into Jennah and Dominic’s private mind stuff if she touched one of them was almost eerie though, so he tried not to play into that too often. There were new guys on the team and they weren’t ordinary Joes either. Smithy, he didn’t even know whether that was his first or last name but he could actually hear thoughts of other people. Of course Brody had laughed and thought it was a gag when he was first told, until Smithy reached inside his brain and recited back to him his exact thoughts—word for freaking word. Now whenever he was near the man he thought of colors, actually saying them in his head so no other thoughts would be picked out of his skull.

“Because I don't know if you have it but in our family, we have the gift of premonition. Your mother used to have it too before she left I didn't know if you do?” I rushed out from my seat to her to hold her hands in mine. I looked about the place to be certain no one was near to hear us. “I used to have likewise. I have been having them since I turned eighteen and it hasn't stopped.” She seemed to sympathize with me “The goddess truly wanted you to come to our family to vindicate us” she squeezed my hand in hers “What kind of dreams have you been having?” she asked me. “It all started with seeing Leonard in my dream. I saw him in all. my dreams trying to reach and saying off stuff like a pu

So be it, but it’s better than bogging his mind with my fears – she would tell herself conclusively. As Jaanvi reflected on them later, those were not fears, but premonitions. Premonitions of things which could disrupt or devastate her world with Nisim. Premonitions which would smirk at Nisim’s Very Soon. Premonitions which impelled a strange sense of urgency of doing and being things before time. Doing things which would not devastate her world with Nisim. Superficially, it might appear as just another world, a usual one, of living in fulfilment, comfort and happiness – a world couples in love create in their tiny clusters of existence. But deep within, it had the grandeur and vastness of t