Fanfiction Hypnosis Novels & Stories

As the sharp taste of nicotine filled his mouth, he posed a thought to Zach, "Perhaps consider her perspective for a change. Have you thought maybe she doesn't want what you're offering?" Lana was carefully balancing two steaming bowls of chicken broth as she walked upstairs. Finding the bedroom door cracked open, she peered inside and saw that it was empty. Then, she heard distant voices from the study. "Hypnosis isn't a cure-all; Lana is an anomaly. It won't be effective on Madelyn. Effects like that don't last," came Kai's voice from the room. Lana tapped lightly on the door, silencing the voices inside. Her name linked with hypnosis did not seem to trouble her. She entered the study, and

Naturally, he had attempted to get it cured, to the point where he had recently contacted an anonymous hypnotist online to help with his condition. To his surprise, however, the hypnotist didn’t seem interested in his money at all. It almost seemed like she genuinely just wanted to help… But why? As the thoughts plagued him, Frank failed to notice the faint scent of burning sandalwood seeping into his room… and in no time at all, he was fast asleep.

Ellena said, "You mean it has the possibility of recovering its own memory?" "Well, look at it in this way." Spencer thought for a moment and said, "Hypnosis is not as good as other people say. After all, it is just a psychological suggestion. If the hypnotized person overthrows his own psychological suggestion, then the hypnosis might start to lose effect."

Then new hands touched him, and he froze. “Shh,” Fyre murmured. “I'm gentler than I look. Mostly.” Two fingers this time, slick with oil, pressed in slow and steady. León's body fought again, but Fyre didn't stop, just pushed through resisting patient, inexorable pressure, and León felt himself opening, stretching, the burn blooming into something that was almost pleasure. “There,” Fyre said, satisfied. “You can take it. You can take so much more than you think, little one.”

She was going to spend sixteen hours of the journey thinking it over. “There is a dream in which a man climbed onto the third floor without special equipment and, whispering mystical nonsense, persuaded me to have sex. Lord, even in my head it sounds crazy, but if you voice it out loud, you can earn a certificate from the hospital. But let's say! Hypnosis and good physical preparation justify everything. If this is not the result of my fantasy, then everything that happened in my "dream" looked a little like coercion, and even more so rape. Unless it's both." Lilya rested her forehead against the seat in front and desperately drove away the obsessive scene: she freed herself from male embrac

Once he calmed down, she said, "This is the first time I've encountered this kind of hypnosis. The woman is clearly in your mind, yet you fell for Janine. There's only one possible explanation." Zain asked, "What is it?" Tanner said, "I once visited Milast. They have a secret art that could explain your condition. But it's unstable, which is why you fell for her at first, but after meeting Janine again, you fell for her instead." Zain hadn't expected this to involve Milast. He had never been there—who could he have offended? Why would they go to such extremes? "Dr. Mayes, can it be undone?"

It's as if my whole future flashed before me in his ocean blue eyes --a picture of an old version of us surrounded by happiness. -"Promise me." His voice breaks me free from his hypnosis. - "I-I promise." My voice comes out shaky. - "Good. And don't be afraid of me. I won't hurt you." He kisses my forehead, siphoning the strength out of my legs. His scent has something within me, trying to crawl to the surface. Everything seems to have a blurred filter on, making it seem so exotic. My eyes travel through his messy stubble, to the tight white t-shirt around his biceps and pectorals muscles, down the grey sweatpants' laces dangling in front of his man bulge. Such a pleasant view has my nipples

His voice echoed in the darkness, and I desperately tried to open my eyes and move my body to get away from the cold hand and lips that were raveging me. “P-p-please, R-r-rian. I-I can’t breathe. Let g-go of m-me, Rian. I b-beg of you, p-please let me go.” Somehow, the numbness in both my arms and my legs were fading as I continued to force myself that everything that was happening wasn’t real. I forced myself to try and ignore Rian’s body and touches, but it was difficult. “I have always liked the way you beg, my love. You make me feel alive with your begging alone, Shyne. Beg me the way I beg you to be with me, the way I begged you to love me more. I want you to feel every inch of me, my l

I explained and he stared at me in shock. "How does she not even notice it," he asked, looking very confused. "Vampire hypnosis can be very strong. I haven't used it on you, but it can make you lose memories, and some of us can even replace the memories with fake ones." I explained pulling him in my arms. I didn't need him having a panic attack. "Every day, I hear a new thing about vampires, and I have to remind myself that I'm not dreaming." he looked up at me.

"It's getting late. I should leave now. I'll see you again tomorrow, Lucy." "Sure." Lucy's head was lowered. She was so disheartened that she didn't see the fondness in Axel's eyes. Once Axel left, he got into his car and browsed the stories on Instagram. Then, he saw a story his good friend, Ian, uploaded. "This is the first time I've run into such a peculiar patient. He was hypnotized and brainwashed. However, he has forgotten about his true love and married someone else. "And my job is to restore his memory…" Axel was shocked when he read it. Had hypnosis become this incredible these days?