Psychic Lady Novels & Stories

"How old is your daughter again?" said a fat black lady who looked like a fortune teller, sitting in a meditation position with dead animal skin used to decorate her tent, with a crystal ball in the middle of the table "She is 5 ma'am, " Debbie said looking at the lady whose hand was on her forehead, John who was sited next to Debbie looked at the lady irritated

she nudged me gently. Rolling my eyes, we held hands and headed inside. To my surprise, the psychic was also quite young with dark hair reaching her waist, her eyes rolled back as if in a trance-like state. A shiver ran down my spine. My hand reached out to clutch Erika's, seeking solace and support. "These girls are young," I murmured, my voice barely audible. "How can I trust them to do something this powerful?" The psychic's smile widened. "I can hear you. Looks are deceitful. Come, sit. I have a solution to your problems. "

Amelia's POV The air inside the dimly lit room was heavy with anticipation. The scent of incense lingered in the air, creating an atmosphere of mystique. I sat nervously on the velvet cushion, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. Beside me, Ethan wore a contemplative expression, his brow furrowed with curiosity and a hint of skepticism. Before us stood Madame Serena, a renowned psychic whose reputation preceded her. Her piercing blue eyes seemed to hold a depth of knowledge and wisdom, and her flowing robes added an ethereal touch to her presence.

Levy did not know what to think of what Carla said to her. On one side she was still reeling in the fact that she might be the reincarnation of the daughter of the Magic of Goddess and on the other hand, she was thinking about the witch who tried to kill her and take her powers. If that witch was so old, surely she would be truly skilled? How was she supposed to deal with her? And more importantly, how was she supposed to find that woman called ‘Lady’?

The woman I'd requested Leo to call walks into my office, the infamous mind-reading, future-seeing psychic. You know, the one who claims to possess abilities that defy human logic? Yeah, I call her a witch. Not because I'm being facetious but it's all the same to me. Telepathy, clairvoyance, witchcraft… it's all just a bunch of mumbo jumbo designed to impress and intimidate.

But what she did not find funny was the fact that everyone keeps asking who she was, even if they've had a shabby knowledge of who she is. It made her concerned, if it had anything to do with her blank past. As she thinks about the events of earlier, a feminine voice said something that made her snap back to reality. "Don't ponder too much on her words. She is just a silly psychic who derives pleasure from the pain and frustration of others. Rumor has it that, she almost poisoned her husband and kids with her strange herbs, because she believed they would be the end of her in the near future. Fortunately, she has served her time in jail, where she convinced the others that she was a dark ang

I just felt it weird so I kept my head down trying to avoid eye contact with her. She was like an old woman with psychic powers that only got activated after she looked into her victims eyes. " It's because of a man isn't it? " She asked and I softly nodded. It was because of two men, two brothers, two opposite people. See, she does have psychic powers, even without looking inside my eyes she could still read me. The old lady got up with a sigh " Everything would be fine. By the way I'm Grandma Feli " " Mia ". I introduced, giving the woman a genuine smile.

I sighed “Like do you have superpower” and she blinked her eyes twice “What? So you do have, why did you keep it from me” “Because we were mere friends and it wasn't that deep!“ Her voice echoed in my head “Holy…” I yelled “Shit” she interrupted in my head ending my sentence” “What the heck are you, ?“ “I'm Sarah Palin the Mind goddess. Hahaha” her voice echoed in my head with a evil laugh “Can you stop that shit, I might pass out if you tried that again”

It was a task fraught with uncertainty, as I had no way of knowing who could truly tap into the mystical realm and who was merely skilled in the art of deception. After days of research, I finally came across the name of a renowned Seer—a woman known for her accuracy and wisdom. Her name was Seraphina, and her reputation preceded her. The testimonials from her clients spoke of life-changing experiences, of profound insights and transformative healing. Intrigued yet skeptical, I decided to take a leap of faith and scheduled an appointment with her.

My buddy, Adam Page, calls me and says that his mom is hospitalized, and he can't rush back in time. He asks me to submit his competition entry that is due tonight. We're both in the competition, but I have already submitted my entry. I'm just about to say yes to helping him when my mouse suddenly jerks. "Don't you dare click it! If you submit his entry for him, you'll lose your first-place prize and the 20,000 dollars prize money! He'll even go on livestream and accuse you of stealing his work, saying that you cost him the prize money and caused his mom to die because she couldn't afford treatment. You'll be torn apart by online bullying, saddled with a huge debt, and end up losing every