Hypno Stories Novels & Stories

A hermit who is able to create illusions, who can trick people by the impossible, temporary but enough real scenarios. That lady was also not real, and you know what? I had a dream of becoming a hermit in my younger days. I was also interested in the search for knowledge and peace in myself, sometimes to trick people and sometimes to help them. But unfortunately and yet I am enjoying this job of being a narrator. I have seen many things, many changes throughout the million years of my existence and see where I'm sitting now, in a small cafe all alone sipping the wine from this huge glass. Telling you an epic, maybe a myth but with facts. Who could imagine that the most powerful being is actu

She heard that those who underwent hypnosis would feel refreshed as if they had entered into a new world. Noah smiled. "Sure. Let me grab something." Five minutes later, he came back with a pocket watch. "Look at this, try to blink as little as possible, and just relax,” he said in a pleasant and gentle voice, which sounded quite bewitching. Slowly, Zoelle closed her eyes following his instructions. After some time, she slowly opened her eyes. The sunlight was not as bright as before she had gone under. Stunned, she took her phone out to check the time. She had slept for three hours.

“You’ve come a long way from the boy who wouldn’t even raise his hand in class.” Ryan met his eyes. “Yeah. But that boy didn’t have you two.” That night, Ryan sat at his desk with his laptop open, fingers poised above the keyboard. A blank document stared back at him. He began to write not a speech this time, not a private diary. A story. His story. Because if Adrien thought he could silence him with fear, he was about to learn that some voices don’t stay quiet forever. Not this time. Not Ryan’s.

I saw her body shrink while she enjoyed every bit of it. Then he looked up at the camera, and in less than a second, the camera was damaged; the screen went dark. “Good thing the CCTV was recording to the cloud and not its storage,” Dad said. “This means he hypnotized her…” I said. Silas stepped forward. “This isn't how hypnotism works. Any form of hypnotism ends when pain is involved…” “He compelled her,” Ronan said. “From a book I took from the pack’s public history library, I saw something about vampires having the ability to compel you to do whatever, even if it meant killing yourself.”

The moment Lena slipped two fingers into her glistening hole, I let out a soft “fuck” I could see how bad she was trying to hold in her moans as her fingers slipped in and out of her cunt, her eyes fixed on mine. Her lips moved, and I picked it out to be my name but no sound came out of her mouth. She was so good at this. Her breathing became heavier and I took that as a sign that she was about to cum. Just when I thought she would orgasm without making a sound, a choked moan finally escaped her lips and the presenter froze.

Emma was curled up on the living room couch in a loose white tank top and tiny pink cotton shorts that barely covered the curve of her ass, scrolling through her phone while a rom-com played softly in the background. Ryan lounged in the armchair across from her, pretending to play on his own phone. In reality, he had spent the last three weeks perfecting **“HypnoControl”** — a secret app he’d coded in his computer science classes. It used subliminal audio triggers, visual pulsing patterns, and deep-embedded suggestions that could be delivered through any screen or speaker. Once installed and activated, it could rewrite obedience, arousal, and memory in the target’s mind with terrifying preci

*Next Collection* **Story Synopsis** Nineteen-year-old Lisa discovers her married neighbor’s hungry eyes on her through the open bedroom window each sweltering summer night. Instead of hiding, she lets the forbidden thrill pull her deeper into a silent, shadowy game of temptation. What begins as distant stares slowly spirals into something far more dangerous—until one night the line between watching and touching finally breaks ***** Lisa's Pov ... I’d just gotten home from a late shift at the campus coffee shop, my tank top clinging to my sweaty skin and my tiny denim shorts riding up my ass like a second skin.

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

Nothing is impossible" the grand commander said landing a horrific punch punch on Drex making him fall from the air "Abracadabra" Claus (the most powerful troll in Romania) enchanted, swaying his hands towards Drex and the fatal five, a very strong rope bonded them together as they move an inch not, they tried resisting but they couldn't, the grand commander sped towards them with a super kick breaking the bond, they fell helplessly on the ground

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.