Hades Hypnotist Novels & Stories

Preston reassures. It’s sweet of him, but he doesn’t know the blood I have on my hands. Then again, most therapists I’ve ever met are a little insane themselves. Look at Sidhe. Jaxson is a therapist when he isn’t dancing or on another job, and the man has psychotic tendencies. He can shift moods quicker than anyone else. I’ve seen him cycle through stoic, angry, gleeful, and calm in under three minutes. “That gives me something to think about. Are you good now?”

She felt like she was being hypnotized with no possible way out. “Well, then, maybe I can negotiate with that.” Hades sensually stated – making her breathe unevenly. “Do you know how much I wanted to proceed in this room while those people wanted me to stay for their sh*tty discussions?” He seriously uttered under his breath. “H-Hades…” She couldn’t help but call his name – and it came out to be too seductive… too feminine… even to her own ears. “F*ck!” He softly cursed as he rolled his tongue into his lips.

I coughed a bit, gripping myself tighter. " Commander Snake, we're here," Kira announced. Folding her hands, Jeff walked forward. It was quiet for a while until a door opened and a huge man walked out, his face completely hidden by the hat he wore. I trembled slightly, but still looked at him. I could feel his gaze on me and could detect a faint scar running down his face. " You're late." He began, his voice gruff. Kira sighed. " Yeah boss, we're sorry about that. We got a bit held up." She said, glancing at me. I ignored her. His gaze settled back on me.

It is evil as well as sexy. “I’m all ears.” He tells me once he notices my silence just after his name. It is attractive and sounds good. Hades… means God of the dead and underworld. A giver of wealth. “I have submitted the agreement, according to which you can walk out with me but only for an hour. I hope you will not have any problem with this.” I say, gathering some courage. For fuck’s sake, I am a psychiatrist and I have met such patients many times. Then why should react this stupidly around this man? He is a mere patient who cannot control me.

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Alpha Hades I fucking love the expression on Zeno's face. The adorable frown and confusion create the perfect blend of pure innocence that I want to ruin. I, Nero Hades, admit that I want to ruin my beautiful wife, destroy him and put him back together piece by piece. I want to worship, praise and use his body until he is so broken that he can't think of any other man but me. Oh, the things I'd do to that body and that sarcastic but surprisingly skilful mouth. But alas, it's too early to bring out the big guns.

we hear from the crowd then I see Soren step forward, and I frown in confusion "I am the actual son of Zues so I'm more qualified to be Emporer than someone who's bloodline is so diluted but if you hand over the crown right now no one will get hurt" he says as I gape in surprise I hear my husband respond but I'm too shocked to listen to what he says then I see Soren muster up a lightning bolt and throw it a Storm but I manage to put up an ice wall just in time to block the attack "Aw, yes, the daughter of Hades, you stopped me this time, but I'm not done yet."

I had a faint idea what I wouldn’t like what I would hear next and true to what I thought, Chad added; “This girl… who is she?” The tingling sensation I felt trailing up my face was enough to let me know that I was blushing fiercely. I had no idea why he was so head bent on knowing who I was. I didn’t even have enough time to ponder over it because Hades turned around then. He took just one glance at me before he shook his head and looked away. “She’s Hailey, a slave I bought earlier today… and the enemy’s daughter.” “But she’s our mate.” Trent added, looking at me.

“I believe that you should, brother. After all, you must’ve grown softer in your old age.” Hades tilted his head to the side, seeming to closely examine his brother. “Yes, perhaps I have. Though, I am still able to break the spirit of a child. Even one as stubborn as our niece.” “I must stay for a few days then or maybe at least a couple of hours longer than usual; I really could use the change of scenery. I can also bring the scared little girl too; I believe that Dorian has installed enough fear into her.” The psychopathic lord claimed, rubbing his eyes as he spoke.

“Is that you?” There was a pause, a moment where time seemed to hold its breath, and then a warm hand enveloped mine, strong and steady. His grip was firm, grounding me, anchoring me in the midst of the storm raging in my mind. “No, Anita. It’s me, Hades.” His voice was soft, soothing, and yet there was a weight to it, an emotion that resonated deeply, stirring something within me.