Psychic Lady Novels & Stories

“What can I do for you kids?” The way she scanned the room was eerie. Her eyes focused then unfocused, always fixating on something only to move on half a second later. She had paused, staring at the spot against the wall where the Whisperer stood. Could she see him? She was a psychic. Neither gave any indicator they saw one another, so the thought quickly faded from my head. “Lilac here is in need of a reading.” Jada chirped, slinging her arm over my shoulder.

They arrived at the private clinic on the shores of Lake Guinevere, where the top-floor suite overlooked a breathtaking view of the lake and mountains. Kate quickly fell asleep under the midwife's soothing care. After Ryan walked out onto the terrace and lit a cigar, he pulled out a satellite phone and dialed the number he knew by heart. However, no one answered even after his third attempt. Irritated, Ryan yanked off his tie and instead dialed the direct line to Hurst Villa. A few seconds later, Jason's calm voice came through. "Mr. Hurst." "Where's Helen?" Ryan's tone was tense. "Why isn't she answering?"

How did she know? “Hi, I’m Lilibet Lavista. I have abilities; one is mind-reading," she says with a small smile. Holy cow. First, the brother throws me in the air, and now she can read my mind. What else can they do? Is it all of them? Such a weird family. "We are not weird. We are the goddess-blessed children," she seems annoyed. Don't bite my head off—Lilibet growls. Jamila, stop thinking. I'm a goner. Someone will rip my head off if I don't mind my thoughts… or tongue.

After drinking several glasses of alcohol, I ordered more bottles. Just as I was about to take the last glass, I felt a hand stop me. In curiosity, I turned to my right to face the person and I was stunned to see the old lady from the party an hour ago. "You?" I shrieked, getting off from my velvet chair before scooting away from her in fear. "What are you doing here?" "I'm Lady Gaga, a famous sorceress here in Goldmoon pack. I know you're the lady I saw at the prince's party." The old lady muttered, dropping down the glass from my hand.

"With me at the table today, winning's a sure thing! I'm basically a lucky charm. Who'd pass that up?" Regina Wade said, gazing at everyone confidently. In that instant, I realized I had been reborn! In my previous life, Regina kept claiming she was a lucky charm. Everyone who took her advice and joined the bet struck it rich. But I was the only one who lost everything. I thought once I paid off my gambling debts, it would be over, but things only got worse.

said Lily in confident tone. “I rejected her already!” said Mateo coldly to avoid further investigation from the curious cats. “You have to! You are too pure for such sl*t” Topaz replied with an eye roll. “I agree. Mateo is too good for someone like her” added Elena in a plain tone. “I predicted it. I am a shaman Lily. The spirits told me!” said Lily pretending to talk to invisible spirits around her. “No hell” said Nick shaking his head in denial. “Maybe I am a clairvoyant! I see future. I saw them having a fight and Mateo rejecting after that!” Lily replied keeping her forefinger and middle finger pressed on her temples on the each side of her head.

"You never really cared about me in the first place, you just used me as one of your tools for revenge, right Psyche?" a sad torn broken man said in front of the lady who was drinking wine inside the library of the Killford dukedom. Instead of answering, the Lady just smirked at the man's reflection from the large window she's facing while the man faced her long backless dress making him see her pale body. "Shouldn't you worry more about your fiancée than just a mere stranger like me?" Psyche had finally said sighing as she faced the guy who's so gorgeous

Suddenly, an object came in contact with Micah's neck and he started shaking like an electricuted patient till he convulsed and fell on the spot. I frowned and raised my head to see an old lady at his back. She was none other than the pack witch of Zinc pack, Lady Lily. I was overwhelmed with surprise seeing her after so long. "Still using those tasers right?" I smirked as she walked to our spot. "Can never get enough of it," she shrugged and chuckled, she's leaning against the wall now. “How's my grandkid doing?” She instantly perked up and questioned me. Hold on, what grandkid?

“Well, apparently, I can’t say anything about that.” There was tensed silence for a moment, one ragged breathing to the other echoing in between the whispers of the wind until Perry cleared her throat and broke it at once. “I’m a psychic, Hera,” started Perry, cracking her fingers. “I have a psychometric ability. Anything I touch I can read. It’s designed and a lot easier in object since they don’t have complex thoughts. They only had the memory of the ones who touched them. A human, on the other hand, is a different story. As you will soon found out, using this takes both the user’s and the host’s energy. Depending on the depth of my reading, we may, in a worst-case scenario, well consider

Hearing the similar sound of footsteps approaching, the elder lady smiled a sad smile asking, “So you are leaving?” At this point, Estella was aware that the elder lady was a psychic, and hence she knew every before handedly. She sat down besides her and placed her head in the lady’s lap. “I didn’t want to, but, Egon had heard about a witch, granny. She could help me find my father, and help me reconcile with my family. She…” Before Estella could say something else, the elder lady cut her amidst,