Hypnosis Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Everything went dark. The world fell silent. ⸻ “Oh my God…” I gasped for air. There wasn’t even time to assess where I was—I just clung to the body holding me like my life depended on it. Because it did. I wrapped my legs and arms around the angel of Hell as tightly as I could. “I’m sorry you’re so slow to grasp things without hypnosis,” he said, “but if I have to show you what you could be experiencing… then fine, baby, I’ll show you.”

No sunlight, wooden stakes or garlic, powers of immortality, compulsion, hypnosis. I freeze. Hypnosis. Is that why I trusted Braden instantly? Is that why Kane and Axel are so drawn to me? Do I have powers of hypnosis? And are they mixing with my mating heat and making the boys do things they normally would not? There is one person who has all the answers I need, and it is time she pays me a visit.

nd some semblance of focus. He tried to pretend he wasn't burning alive every time she walked past him, the scent of her soap and something sweeter, like honeysuckle blooming inthe sum-mer heat, clinging to the air around her like a damn halo. Each breath he took was a reminder, a slow torture. But pretending had stopped working months ago, the charade crumbling with every stolen glance, every brush of skin. He was a goddamn liar to himself ifhe thought he could just switch it o#.

I quietly stepped out of the room and overheard him talking on the phone in the living room. "Jonah, do me a favor—pretend to be Gina's boyfriend for a while." "What you're doing is crazy! She's going to find out the truth sooner or later." "Don't worry, dude. She's easy to win over. Besides, she loves me so much—there's no way she'd really leave me. But we've been together for two years, and honestly, I'm bored with her. So I plan to enjoy my freedom while she's lost her memory."

He took a seat across from him and asked, "What do you want to discuss?" Sean said, "Mr. Sumner, you may not be aware, but your mother has been having trouble sleeping lately and has developed a sleep disorder. For someone her age, this is quite dangerous..." At first, Damon could follow what Sean was saying, but gradually, he found it harder to concentrate, and his eyelids grew heavier. Fifteen minutes later, his head drooped, and he slumped onto the sofa, unconscious. Seeing that Damon had fallen asleep, Sean looked up and said, "Mr. Richard, we can begin the hypnosis procedure now."

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

His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy. . How he murmured my name like it tasted sweet on his tongue. I wrote it all. Every detail. Every filthy, twisted thought. And when I finished, I slammed the journal shut and tossed it across the room. What the hell was wrong with me? I was supposed to be healing. I was supposed to be stronger than this. Seven days without giving in and the first thing I do is fantasize about the one man I’m not allowed to? I sat up in bed, hands clenched in my sheets, throat tight.

I wanted him to appreciate my charming body. As though hypnotized, I did something crazy. I gently lifted the hem of my skirt, revealing more of what was under the skirt. I then raised my hips more and more as I went somewhere quieter. That was until I walked into an unfamiliar alley. Suddenly, the footsteps that had always been following me not far away approached me quickly. Before I could react, a strong and powerful hand reached out from behind and covered my mouth like a clamp. "Don't move." The sudden movement stunned me for a moment. I struggled desperately to break free from their control.

"I assume she had a legitimate reason for acting in the way she did; it wasn't your fault. In addition, I played a role in it. His hands were on her knees as he knelt down in front of her. Silva was accurate. Freya and I couldn't be apart. She continuously refused my advances while providing no explanation. I assumed she was trying to be difficult, possibly out of concern that the grays wouldn't accept her as I did. She seemed like the perfect match to me. I found she wasn't a virgin when we mated. I had no idea that she had a living partner. I suppose I was too proud to even contemplate it. Why didn't you tell me we had a dream together? Her eyes grew wider. He was aware of it. Her eyelids

Symbols flashed behind my eyes — runes I shouldn’t understand, but somehow did. My wolf — the one I hadn’t heard since the failed ritual — let out a sound. Not a howl. A whimper. “Too soon…” a voice whispered inside me. “Not ready…” I tried to stand. The forest spun. And then everything went dark. My body collapsed into the damp moss. The wind stilled. The trees hushed. And I lay there, unconscious and alone. A lowly Omega in an ancient forest that remembered far more than I ever knew.