Hypnosis Wattpad Novels & Stories

he chided me, trying to keep it at a whisper level. "Don't worry, she won't search my name," I responded, trying to calm him down. "You don't know my mom. She's probably doing it already," he said, frustrated. "No, she won't. I put hypnosis over my doctor's identity. She'll remember me, but she won't have any desire to find me," I explained to him, and he sighed. "You can do that?" he asked, very surprised. "I can do a lot of things Sunshine"

Or big problem, I mentally correct myself as I catch a glance at his extra large cock. "Really?" he turns to me excitedly. "You won't tell anyone I'm gay will you?" he pleads. "Never crossed my mind. Your secret is safe as long as you don't tell anyone about the hypnosis. Do you want to try it?" "Sure, yeah... anything," he sighs. "Okay. Sit down and close your eyes. I'm going to hypnotize you and make it so you can get hard anytime you'd like." Dean does as he's told and I take out the transmitter as soon as his eyes are closed.

Josie said almost in a whisper, “Zayne, once we get back, I’ll return all of your cards to you.” Angeline murmured, “I used to hear that men who have money would become bad men, but I never imagined that men without money were even scarier…” Jenson abruptly recovered his senses. Why on earth was he gossiping about this with Uncle Zayne? “Hypnotism arouses the evil side of the human brain. Are you sure you want to get hypnotized?” Zayne said with righteousness, “I’m a pure and innocent man. There’s nothing I fear, so come on.”

Nathaniel asked where was Zion at before walking over. "Noah grabbed Nathaniel's arm and said with a deep voice, ""Well, I'm hypnotizing him so it is best if you don't make any noise to avoid accidents. You also know that the best psychological therapy for mental injuries after shooting is hypnosis. This is a crucial period and today's the last day, so you shouldn't...""" I know. Nathaniel forced himself to calm down. Nathaniel was looking at Zion from the window. He saw Zion lying on the bed with his eyes closed and it was obvious that he had entered a hypnotic state. Barney was by his side while holding his hand.

"A protective amulet? I'm more inclined to believe that she wanted to use some voodoo magic to hurt people." Following that lead, after many twists and turns, we finally got in touch, through a trusted elder, with an old occultist master living in seclusion on the outskirts of the city. Through the call, we hid a portion of the truth, only mentioning our baby's odd behavior, as if she was entangled with something unclean. The old occultist master, Henry Zaroc, merely replied, "Let's meet and talk." While preparing to head to Henry's place, we continued to trick Ava.

he said, lying back on the bed with a hint of a pout, “warn me first. Don’t just hypnotize me out of nowhere like last time.” Harper chuckled softly. “Relax. I’m a professional doctor. I won’t pry into your mind unnecessarily.” Chase closed his eyes, his long lashes trembling slightly as he spoke in a lazy drawl. “Who said I’m worried about you prying into my mind? I’m just afraid you’ll take advantage of me while I’m under.” Harper: “Relax…” Her voice was soft—melodious, almost hypnotic. It sounded like clear water rippling over stones on a quiet afternoon, or the faint chime of wind bells hanging from a temple eave.

Lia whispered, squeezing my hand before drifting toward the dance floor. The moment she left, I vanished into the shadows of the crowd. I watched the room like a spectator at my own execution. Slowly, the moon reached its peak. It felt like a cruel competition. Every passing second, a gasp would erupt, another Beta finding their mate, another couple entwining their souls. I stood in the corner, my knuckles white as I gripped the silver fabric of my skirt. I began to pray, a silent, choking plea to the Moon Goddess.

Her lips were pale. Her eyelids didn’t even flutter. “Come on, baby girl,” I whispered, my voice raw. “Just wake up. Kick me. Yell at me. Tell me I smell like a wolf and yell at me about all my bad decisions. Anything.” Nothing. Not even a twitch. A growl built in my chest — not wolf, not human. Something in between. Something broken. This was my fault. I should’ve stopped her. I should’ve sensed the trap.

Now Gurtar looked fearful, she shot a hateful look towards the girl and left without saying another word. I took a breath and tried to regain my composure. I could see the girl was frightened. I smiled warmly at her. “Please don’t be afraid, I promise I am not here to harm you in any way”. She nodded but remained silent. “Er please sit…if you would like?” I motioned towards the chair that Gurtar had sat in. The girl moved slowly to the chair and sat down. I noticed she didn’t relax into the back of the chair. I took the seat opposite. “My name is Atlas, can I ask what yours is?” The girl cleared her throat a little “Thea, Sir” she replied quietly. She wasn’t looking at me now, instead choosi

"I tried keeping my distance. Didn't work. Tried drowning it in whiskey. Didn't work. Tried letting Layla talk at me until my ears bled. Didn't work." His desperation was palpable, reaching out to her across the digital divide, a tangible ache that resonated deep within her own soul. She could almost feel the tremorin his hands as he typed, the frantic energy thrumming beneath his skin. "Nothing touches it. Nothing cuts it. You're in my head, and you don't leave." She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to breathe, the air thick with unspoken emotions.