Fanfiction Hypnosis Novels & Stories

Josie said almost in a whisper, “Zayne, once we get back, I’ll return all of your cards to you.” Angeline murmured, “I used to hear that men who have money would become bad men, but I never imagined that men without money were even scarier…” Jenson abruptly recovered his senses. Why on earth was he gossiping about this with Uncle Zayne? “Hypnotism arouses the evil side of the human brain. Are you sure you want to get hypnotized?” Zayne said with righteousness, “I’m a pure and innocent man. There’s nothing I fear, so come on.”

The wet sound of skin and the sharp slap of his body against hers carried through the wall like the house itself was thin. I froze under the covers. Maya cried out again, higher this time, almost a sob. The bed kept slamming. My face burned. My body reacted before my mind caught up—heat flooding between my legs, nipples tight against my tank top, shorts already damp. Every moan she made seemed to land directly in my cunt. I pressed my thighs together and it only made it worse. I couldn’t stay in that bed. I got up barefoot and stepped into the hallway. The sounds were even clearer out here. Maya was moaning his name now, over and over, voice cracking. I walked past their door without stoppin

The hidden earpiece he put in my ear played his voice on, reinforcing the mantra. At home, the real reprogramming intensified. He strapped me to the bed for hypnosis sessions. “Look at the spiral, Elena. Deeper. Your old self is fading. You are my puppet. Your thoughts are mine.” His voice guided me under while he fucked me slowly, pumping load after load into my pussy and making me hold it in. “Swallow every drop, sister. Constant cum-feeding rewires you.”

He ripped my thong aside and pushed two thick fingers deep inside me without warning. “You’ve been teasing me all night,” dream-Jax growled in my ear, voice low and rough. His fingers curled perfectly, stroking that spot that made my knees weak. “Now you’re going to take what you started, little sis.” I moaned loudly in the dream, gripping the counter as he finger-fucked me hard and fast. The wet sounds filled the kitchen. He bit my neck, then kissed me roughly, his tongue claiming my mouth while his fingers drove me closer and closer.

"That is what I am here for. Do you feel ready to tell me what happened?" I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the edge of the cushion tightly. I struggled with the words in my head for a long moment, trying to find a way to explain the crazy mess I was in without sounding completely insane. Finally, I looked up at her, my eyes full of fear and confusion. "Dr. Evelyn... can a person sleepwalk and have sex with someone without knowing it is real?"

I knew that taking that control away would destroy her. It always did. I wasn’t interested in breaking her body. That was too easy, too crude. I wanted her mind, her spirit. I wanted to reshape her, to bend her into something new. Someone who needed me as much as she hated me. Someone who couldn’t tell where her thoughts ended and mine began. 19 ANYA The dreams were getting worse. I couldn’t tell if they were real anymore. Sometimes, I’d wake up in a panic, sweat soaking through my clothes, my heart racing like I’d been running for miles.

I shake her off, but she comes back at me immediately, determined not to let me get away. I push her away and lunge at Alpha Xavier with all my might, my claws at the ready. But something stops me. As my eyes meet his, I am struck by a strange feeling. It's as if he is using some kind of magic to entrance me, and I am unable to look away. Like the pull of a magnet, my eyes follow wherever his gaze goes. He has put me into a trance. Alpha Xavier has used his power to hypnotize me, and now I am stuck in an endless loop of thoughts and memories. I can feel myself slipping away further and further, until there is nothing left but darkness.

He had shoved her into a dark room and didn’t even come when she begged for help. She retreated further when she saw him walk towards her. He kneeled on the floor beside her. Holding one of her hands, he used his other hand to lift her chin. She closed her eyes tightly. She wouldn’t let him hypnotize his way out. But, when she felt his words in her mind,*Please, Sia. Look into my eyes.* she was helpless and opened her eyes. The effect was instant. She felt like he reached her soul through her eyes. She doubted she could distrust anything told by him.

“But your work—” “My work is dedicated to helping people who want to remember. Who are ready to face it and work through it,” she said. “Not forcing trauma to the forefront before they are ready.” She looked at me. “You endangered your life with this. You understand that. I’m not going to lecture you, but I’m going to tell you that hypnosis, especially self-hypnosis, is a mixed bag of tricks. Like dream analysis.” I drew back, a bit crestfallen. “Really?”

After collecting his emotions, he came back and met the doctor, "tell me, doctor, what has happened to my wife and why is she violent only to me?" After going through her test results, the doctor said, "I'm sorry Mr. Flores but your wife seems to be suffering from a rare type of hypnosis. It is a horrible practice that is banned in medicine but someone seems to have hypnotized her. This person is now the one who controls her mind. Since she is acting violently each time she sees you, it means that this person has asked her to treat you so. She is fully under his or her control and will do whatever this person wants.