Psychic Bellevue Novels & Stories

Beverly confessed, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. She looked into Alice's eyes, searching for reassurance and understanding. Alice placed a comforting hand on Beverly's shoulder, her expression empathetic. "Tell me everything, Beverly. What have you been experiencing?" Beverly took a deep breath, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Ever since I woke up from this short sleep, I've been feeling different. It's hard to explain, but there's this power within me, like an energy that's awakened. I don't know where it's coming from or what it means."

He studied me for a moment before he said softly, “You’re doing everything you can, Agnes. Don’t forget that.” I forced a smile, although I couldn’t quite manage to make it reach my eyes. “Thanks, Elijah.” There was a brief silence before he cleared his throat. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” “Oh?” “I went to see a psychic the other day.” I blinked, surprised. “A psychic? Since when do you believe in that sort of thing?” “I don’t, really,” he said, dragging a hand through his hair. He looked almost sheepish, which was a rare expression for the normally confident Alpha. “But I was driving by and got curious, and figured it couldn’t hurt. And she said some… interes

Alison said, not noticing my total lack of control, "how exactly do you know this? Silly us, we all thought Suzanne OD'd on something she couldn't handle and was hallucinating. Ghosts are a new theory." Part of me wanted to smack Alison for being such a smart ass, but Pain was more than able to take care of herself. "Because," she said to the former cheer squad leader, "my grandmother is a psychic." She let it sink in before adding the smug kicker. "And so am I." I almost jumped I was so focused on what she said. Was it true? "Really?" Beth seemed truly fascinated as she leaned closer, eyes wide, total focus on our Goth friend.

I really don't know why she's trying to turn me into a girl. " Third question , how could you read minds ?" She asked. I wasn't ready to explain to her that her supposed boyfriend is a vampire , she's gonna freak out. " I'm a psychic ." I lied. " What ? So why can't you see the future ? Can you do telekinesis ?" She asked. Here goes another lie. " Not all psychics can see the future and not all psychics can actually move things with their minds." " Oh yeah , my dad says you're a psychologist , so ?" She asked as she added another substance on my face, fuck I felt like a woman.

I yelled within and now began to try to rip out the amulet again – maybe it was the reason why I couldn't speak. But it wouldn't budge. I tried and tried, but it didn't work. And then, I broke down in tears, the salty trail streaming down my cheeks, but I couldn't cry out. "I should really slow down on the alcohol. I'm getting delusional, or maybe I can see ghosts now." He spoke, escorted with another gulp of scotch down his throat. " I'm a fucking psychic." He added, a tipsy chuckle airing out. A scared rumble started in my chest as I started to hear the loud pounding of paws, coming towards our direction.

In just two years, he had expanded the Jenkins Group's business globally, and his decisions had never been wrong. At that moment, Carl's fingers paused slightly on the table. The red prayer beads on his wrist suddenly trembled without warning, the beads colliding with a faint buzzing sound. A subtle yet distinct wave of causality, like a stone cast into a calm lake, precisely entered his mind. Carl's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, a glint flickering in their depths. His psychic sense followed the wave of causality to its source, instantly locking onto Mount Sinai Hospital, where his mark was imprinted deep within Amelia's soul. At this moment, it was being entangled by a dense aura of karmic

I didn't want Karen waiting on something that could never be. "Now, are you going to tell me what's bothering you? You have been coming here a lot lately and you always have this melancholic look on your face... Sometimes it looks like you're contemplating murder" "It's nothing," I said, shaking my head. "It's probably nothing, I am just being paranoid" "If you have a problem with Belshar, just talk to him, okay? He's not psychic to know what's going on in your head." I met his gaze and narrowed my eyes at him. "Are you advising me or yourself"

asked Azar the psychic blushed at the brothers words and Draco stared at Azar for making his mate uncomfortable * giggle* Kaya and Bella couldn't help but giggle at the whole thing the psychic than got away from Draco and went to Celea. Celea was looking at the window while holding her sword " just what did you have to go thru....?" at her words the mood got depressed again " can you do something about it?" asked Claus " I could try and get into her brain and try to find the problem as to why she's like that" the psychic than put her palm on her head, Celea never minding her and kept staring at the window the psychic closed her eyes and frowned

I looked out the window to the night life of Alberta till we were driving into Hamiliton. ‘Beck?, I whispered and he answered. ‘That day in school, why did you come to me for help’, I asked. ‘I mean only TB kinda believes in my powers and nobody else. Why do you believe in them?’ ‘Well, I have heard all your predictions and they had come true. People just pass it to be coincidental but I had to look into the possibility of it and people are actually born with such powers’, he said. I fell a hair stand on my neck and I closed my eyes, fast flashes of a face and a moving car appeared in a quick trance and then vanished. I jumped and held Beck hand that was fixed on the gear.

He was going to bring Blackwell down through her. He’d rattled her before, had taken her paintings. She’d come close to breaking. He would push her as hard and as far as he needed to, to finish the job. His phone rang. Always hoping for a lead, he took the call. Then wished that he hadn’t. “Hi, this is Dr. Beacon,” the shrink Bing had sicced on him at the hospital said on the other end. “I’m in the middle of something.” “We need to make an appointment.” “How about I call you back?” “That’s what you said the last time.” “I really don’t have any problems.”