Psychic Bellevue Novels & Stories

Whoever he saw, it wasn’t Damian Bernardi. I stood and approached. “Sorry about earlier. My buddy gets handsy when he’s drinking.” Matteo smirked. “No worries, man. You’re good.” I leaned in. “I’m a psychic. Office off the Strip. At least let me give you a reading?” Both men laughed, “Sure, what do you see in my future?” I stared at him, dead in the eyes. “Two blue balls. One dead man, and a right-hand man who didn’t deliver what he promised.”

“Sometimes, not even I, that know it is in there, have the energy to fight it.” “So all the illusions came from that… thing?” “From Robert? Yes, he is a very powerful psychic, and in his element, he is astounding. Not bad, it’s actually very helpful… I meant it when I said it would help you find what you really wanted… but he can show you some very awful things...” “So, you’ve been swallowed by that… him…?”

Without even hearing his response I already touched the end call. I’m doomed. Do I need to wait or not? I didn’t even hear him. Poppycock! I was standing at Sevi’s front door still knocking and trying to calm him down. I wasn’t trying to open the door myself since the last time I do that, a flying glass greeted my face. It was better not to force him to calm down. That’s the last Psychologist said as a token of advice after she resigns. I had hired many Doctors before but no one can handle him once his PTSD struck.

I cross my arms. “In the summer Brett and I went to visit a psychic….as a joke. We had been drinking and came across her stall near some bars in Camden Town. She asked to taste my blood, she knew we weren’t humans and said she needed a drop of blood to look into our family lineage. She went odd, her eyes turned white and she started to say some words. She said it was connected my sister.” Jeremy informs me. “What words Jeremy?” I demand. He shrugs and shakes his head.

asked Jovan. "What? You can't see anything, but feels weird?" "Uhuh. I can't see them clearly, but I can feel the differences between at noon and at night." "Well, I don't see anything. Not yet," Alka turned to his right and Jovan followed him. They went to the stairs to the third floor. "Anyway... Why did you plunged into the psychic world?" "I found out that sometimes there are cases that only can be solved with the help of the victim from the other world. Don't you think so? You've a case like that right? When a spirit got inside you and blurted out about how she died?"

╮(╯∀╰)╭ Noah suddenly felt an onset of cold sweat, “…if I was to… you know… go berserk… could you, like… knock me out without killing me?” “Yes, but no.” “…” QAQ Blackie snickered at Noah’s wronged-meets-crestfallen expression, “I mean, handling the berserk you is too much trouble for my taste. It’s far simpler to just prevent whatever outside influence is trying to mess with you.” “…and you can do that? No, wait, you’d actually do that?? For free?? Who are you, and what you’ve done with Blackie?!” 😱 Blackie rolled his eyes, and then very justly added, “We at the Bureau value you very much! The job, naturally, comes with free mental healthcare, which includes preventing damage to and tamper

"This is them address. Paranormal experts. You need them. Meet them as soon as possible before it's too late and getting worse. I don't know much about you, but I am sure you a good girl. Save your self and your friend. You're going to face a very tough and terrible thing, but I'm sure you can. Alright, it's getting late, we'd better get to bed." Rebecca lay on the bed and set the blankets to sleep. While I was still staring at the paper in my hand. "Beverly?" call Rebecca. I look at her. "Always remember and believe to God. Only He can save us." I nodded and lay down on the bed. Trying to sleep even with thoughts drifting away. The sunshine come from the window. Makes my eyes narrow slightl

I am only calm now knowing he was with that Maggie because I know nothing can happen between them — I had called my psychic to take care of that, and according to her, Anthony’s manhood is in a jar right now; it won’t stand as long as it’s not me. “Then go back to the mental clinic and finish your treatment; it would probably just take six months, and then you can come back and start clean with him.” She thought she was making sense, but really this was all nonsense and getting on my nerves, as my hand that was resting on my thigh gripped it so tight that I felt my nails break, but I didn’t stop.

Peggy asked with a confused expression. “I think she’s a good person but doesn’t know how to behave or talk. I can beat she is a spoiled brat.” “Ha ha ha… True.” In a local psychiatric hospital in the United States, at Ohia to be precise, was where Doris had registered his wife Bethel. No one would guess and the security there is tight as they have no records of missing patients. The rumors about the place are well known among the people around. They say the only escape is death. They only free dead patients.

"I think it's because I found out that I'm from the Aspen family." Grayson was shocked. She turned to face him. "I'm an Aspen, aren't I?" He frowned. "Who told you about this?" Judging from Grayson's serious expression, Belle realized that Gabriel did not lie about her origins. She muttered, "So I'm really one of the Aspens?" Belle was also an atheist who did not buy into ghosts and gods, but the experience she just had with the silhouettes genuinely seemed like ghosts. She believed that something traumatic must have happened when she was young. The event may have been forgotten, but the circumstances and triggers of the event were ingrained within her brain. They possibly had to do with thu