Hypno Stories Novels & Stories

No music. Just him. And the deadliest silence Ryan had ever known. He began to speak. “I once read that stories don’t belong to the people who tell them,” Adrien said, voice calm and eerie. “They belong to the ones who survive them.” He looked toward the crowd but directly at Ryan. “So tonight, I’m taking back mine.” Gasps rose from the audience. Some people thought it was performance art. Others began to whisper his name. A few recognized him. Ryan stood slowly.

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.

"How did I know? Of course, I was so close to you but I didn't feel any air coming from your notrils, that's why! Haha" This guy is amazing. He sure notices even small details. When all was quiet, my stomach suddenly growled. How embarrasing. "Ohh tummy, we are near the gasoline station. Just one more block. There's a bakery near there to grab rolls and coffee." He said while touching my tummy. I felt some weird sensation with his touch. Again, we are not werewolves but still there is that sort of magical spark that they talk of when a mate touches you.

So, the best thing for me to do is to avoid her. People still say stupid things about her. I am already very tired of hearing all the side derogatory comments about her. it is very sickening. People should just learn to stop all this petty bullying. It is not cool at all. I entered the library and I picked a seat at the far end of the library. I picked a literature textbook. Literature has been giving me issues for a while now. I want to really focus on it today. I sat down and started skimming through the textbook. I honestly do not understand what I am reading but I just continued.