Hypnotized Book Novels & Stories

Me: "But you're also limited in your thinking." He suddenly burst out laughing, which I found irritating. Him: "Right, so you'll doubt everything, you'll be unsatisfied you know." After hitting the record button, I opened the book to find him watching my every move intently. Hypnotist: "She's been in contact with aliens, and hypnosis is for that." Me: "It would be endless." Me: "Suspicious of what?" Me: "Why?"

Spiritual hypnosis? "That's right. Although I'm just guessing, on the way here, I've already invaded Sissaye's computer with my laptop. She committed suicide is because she was hypnotized by someone online. By the time she came to her senses, it was too late. Her computer skills were not much worse than mine, but she was still tricked. Fortunately, Benjamin found her in time and rescued her well. Otherwise, it would be hard to say if she was still alive." Zion didn't hide it from Evangeline and told her everything he knew.

But just as Charlotte’s anticipation reached its peak, Suzy suddenly stood up, turning the gun and pressing the barrel directly against Charlotte’s forehead. "You’re not hypnotized?" Charlotte’s excitement turned to shock. She had been so certain her hypnosis had worked, but clearly, it hadn’t. Suzy’s expression remained cold, devoid of emotion. "Hypnosis only works if I allow it. No matter how strong your tricks are, they’re powerless against me unless I choose to give in." She cocked the gun, her voice steady and icy. "The one who deserves to burn in hell is you. And I’m sending you there right now."

It felt like drowning in air, like something was pulling at my consciousness from the inside. Hypnosis. Someone was hypnotizing us. I tried to fight it, tried to keep moving, but my body wasn’t listening anymore. Magnus collapsed beside me, his eyes wide with the same confusion I felt. My vision blurred. Shapes moved at the edges of my perception, but I couldn’t focus on them. Couldn’t make my body respond to commands my brain was screaming. A figure stepped into view. A woman, though her features were too blurry to make out. Her voice came from somewhere far away, muffled like I was hearing it underwater.

Blair said, his eyes became deeper and deeper, "A person who is hypnotized will enter a trance-like mental state, autonomous judgment, diminished or lost autonomous willful action, distorted or lost sensation and perception, and will follow the hypnotist's hints or instructions and react. I called Matthew to get him back, Serena would be in danger with this one since she had been hypnotized and was trying to kill him, but the call was cut off just as it was underway." Blair's eyes were full of helplessness as he twisted his cigarette out in the ashtray, "I asked the servants and they said that Serena had hidden a dagger, I think it was not only used against Matthew, but also against herself,

She muttered over and over again, as she stood up from the bench, still laughing intermittently as she processed her recent achievement. It hadn't been as easy as she had thought. She had imagined the picture and had held it strongly quite alright, but she hadn't foreseen the terrible impact or force that the foreign thoughts had had on her mind immediately her professor had released his hypnotism effect on the area. It had been brutal; the pain had been brutal. It had been like her brain cells were about to explode out of much information to process. She had almost let go of the imagery on her mind if not for the soothing words of encouragement from her professor. It had taken time, but lit

"Don't move. It will be over soon." But somehow, I found him even more terrifying like this. He slowly attached electrode wires from a machine to my head. As more and more electrodes were applied, my fear grew stronger and stronger. "Please, don't hypnotize me again," I begged. Quinton paused for a moment after hearing my sobbing plea. He gently wiped away my tears, bent down, and whispered in my ear, "Sleep, Jenny. When you wake up, you won't feel sad anymore." Then he stood up and pressed a button on the machine.

I never had to deal with these awful spasms because Hendrick and I- He tries to move but I tighten my grip on his wrists, "Alora, you need to—” "Shut up," I can barely hear myself over my thundering heartbeat. My mind feels fuzzy, like I've just pound back a bottle of scotch or chain- smoked a pack of cigarettes. I can't shake off the addictive poison the Heat is hypnotizing me with. My hands move from his wrist to the buckle of his jeans. He grabs my fingers, "Alora, you said-"

Suddenly, the image of us both naked under the mercy of a shower zoom into my head and blind my vision. I imagined him grabbing my bust and applying some rough massage on them. I see him bringing his mouth closer to my napes, he planted a light kiss and I shrieked under his hold, he was over my shoulder. I saw him sucking on my napes while his finger continue it assaults on my sensitive spot and I jerk fro and to in pleasure but his grips on me was strong. I imagined the whole enjoyment in the whole of my head. When I will raise my gaze up he was already all over me his hands wrapped over my chest. Then it dawned on me that he was trying to hypnotize me, he was getting into my head, into my

“I… tried to use it to access some of my memories…” She took the book and flipped through the pages. She stopped once she reached the section. “You had someone hypnotize you?” She asked lightly. “Not exactly…” She shut the book with a soft snapping sound. “I didn’t think you were… so desperate that you’d try something so dangerous.” I winced at her tone, dropping my gaze.