Psychic Lady Novels & Stories

Eventually she managed to mutter out a quiet, “well... there is one person who might be able to help you....” And I started laughing in Scarlett’s head, realising where the woman’s chain of thoughts had led her. “Who?” Scarlett hissed. She was too angry and desperate to piece it together immediately. So, when the old lady finally answered, it only made it funnier. “Prince Victor’s new mate... everyone saw her display of power during a parade a few weeks ago. Sparks and fireworks shooting from her fingertips, appearing from nothing. The people are saying she has real magic. She might be able to help—”

Something crossed his mind at that moment. "Madam, may I ask you something?" asked Elmer. The lady who owned the shop laughed softly. "You must ask how I can always provide the flowers you ask for every day, even when they are unusual flowers and are not in season?" Elmer was surprised to hear the middle-aged woman's words. How could she guess her thoughts so precisely. "You... A psychic? You can guess what I'm thinking correctly. Or a witch? Because you can provide all those flowers?" asked Elmer carefully.

This woman is witty as she portrays in her clothes which is already revealing her everything. “We're going to wreck that sheets and pillow finding our version of the way to heaven.” Then she made her hands act like a cat, perhaps a tiger, and then said, “Roar!” “Chantal, there are kids in this office and I certainly think that you need to exit that door, now.” She now speaks with her solemn voice while her eyes are intently glued to Chantal. “I’m Chantal by the way, nice meeting you Mr. Psychologist.” While walking towards the door she’s waving her hands.

"Drink this. It'll make you feel better." "It's my fault," I said, shaking my head. "I should've stopped her." "It's not your fault," Octavia soothed me. "Nobody expected it." She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and gave me a gentle rub. "I couldn't believe she's a psychic vampire," I said again, gritting my teeth a little. "How come? She doesn't show any signs to us?" "A person who could suck the energy of another person is not necessarily an actual vampire," she replied. "A human can do that too."

Wilbur smiled lightly, and a small flame ignited at the tip of his finger. He pointed that finger at the lady's forehead, and the flame seemed to pass through the skin and enter the lady's mind before disappearing altogether. All at once, the lady felt a new sort of energy in her body. The energy seemed to radiate with terrifying power, the kind that could explode at any second and destroy her. The lady cried out, "Spirit energy? You're a spirit cultivator?"

"Honey, you've pulled him out of his darkness. He's never letting you go. And as far as the boring thing goes, are you referring to the bedroom?" My cheeks blushed as I nodded. I didn't compare to the women he's been with and I probably never would. "He doesn't want that. He never has. You're wholesome and real. Your connection is deep. That's all he's ever wanted." I peered up at her, confusion masking my features. "How do you know all of this?" She smirked. "Lots of practice with Madame Deutsch. She taught me how to open my mind." "She's a psychic medium," Bobby blurted out as he approached with two coffees in his hands. "Listen to what she has to say, Molly. Aunt Rose has never been wrong

She began waving her hands at Stanley Batton, whose body was burning beneath her. It suddenly began to rain heavily then, causing the flames that engulfed him to extinguish. Stanley fell into a sea of red spider lilies after seemingly losing control of his body. He braced himself to straighten up through the pain and made his way to stand beside Xyla. They exchanged looks of disbelief. “What’s going on? Why do I suddenly feel like I possess mysterious powers of some kind?” she asked in astonishment. He shook his head. “I don’t know. I feel like you do right now.”

And Where am--" Swoosh! Katheryn blinked in surprise. It took the woman a few seconds to realize that her body had just been penetrated. Her eyes bulged, 'What was just happened?!' She was clearly starting to panic, then looked at her own hands. To see it is transparent or not. And it's clearly not! "How can, did that woman walked past my whole body just like that?? It's like, I'm just a fucking wind?! What the- Could it be that I'm already...." Her whole body suddenly trembled. She shook her head quickly. "A-am I already dead?!"

During her grade school days, she sometimes bragged to her classmates that she can smell anyone a hundred miles away and that she can even guess their birthday without physically asking them. Rozelyn is one of those weird girls who always thought that they’re the “special” ones. She's one of the girls that you don’t want to be in your company during lunchtime because of her constant loquaciousness on how she can light a candle in a blink. She also brags to others that she can move objects with her mind—somewhat like Roald Dahl’s Matilda. She’s one of the people, even up until now, that believes that she has superpowers and extrasensory perception. If daydreaming paid money, Rozelyn would pro

Only fortune-tellers claim to speak of futures and they were outright scammers, collecting people’s money with fake words of the future. ‘’Oh? You’re her twin?’’ The lady suddenly grins in mysterious manner, and immediately inch her face closer to mine. I retreated a bit to avoid her alcoholic breath with a small frown on my lips. Did this lady not understand the meaning of personal space or was she that drunk? She met my displeased eyes that widened slightly at the flicker of a purple light in her own eyes. Am I see things or was I drunk from the smell of alcohol?