Hypnotized Book Novels & Stories

Edward said. “There is no such thing as talking skeletons,” I repeated. Edward had me continue repeating the mantra while he turned on a metronome. The slow ticking of the metronome lulled me into a somewhat dazed state. Next, he described images to me; peaceful scenery, like the ocean at sunset, or a field of flowers, to help me relax. I started to breathe deeply and felt my heart rate slow down, and soon I was completely susceptible to Edward’s hypnosis…

the sales associate insisted. Godber's eyes narrowed. He flipped through the roster once more. The woman he was looking for was not there. He smiled slightly at the sales associate. "Got it, thanks for your help." Taking Kevin by the hand, Godber led him out of the store, his mind racing. The sales associate had been hypnotized, no doubt about it. High-level hypnotists could erase or distort other people’s memories. That woman was not someone to be taken lightly. Godber glanced at Kevin, who looked thoroughly confused and a bit scared. He squeezed the boy's hand. If he had been a little slower, things could have gone horribly wrong...

Scarlett questioned the hypnotist doctor about any additional side effects, her gaze shifting to where Anthony lay, his eyes closed as if in a deep sleep after being hypnotized by staring at a round, silver-like orb. The hypnotist had used a silver round orb that hung from a chain and spoke words that Anthony didn't want to hear as he moved the orb from left to right. Unconsciously, Anthony’s eyes followed the movement of the orb as he listened to the doctor's hypnotizing words until his eyes grew heavy and he fell into a deep slumber.

“He’s been mildly hypnotized.” “Hypnotized?” Fabian froze. “It doesn’t look that way! He looks pretty scared right now. He’s even frowning, thinking if he should call for another card! He looks nothing like a hypnotized man! “Hypnotized people should act like walking bodies. Am I wrong?” Naturally, Fabian knew how hypnosis worked because of his vast experiences. The sight in front of him did not appear that way either. It would be easier if the hypnotized person were asked to speak their mind, but it would be near impossible for them to remain conscious while being controlled in the middle of a game!

"Oh, man! You have to watch that movie!" I busted up immediately and often as I watched it, but the scene that really stood out to me—that made the whole thing work in my mind—was that scene with the hypnotist early on. For those of you who haven't seen the movie, you really should. But the main character was in a hypnosis session where the hypnotist told him to let go of all his cares and concerns, and then the hypnotist had a heart attack and keeled over before he could bring the main character out of that relaxed, not-giving-a-shit frame of mind.

I wanted to remember her laugh, her smile and her voice. I didn't need to see the future to know that she would be in it. I knew I would be 'Hypnotized By Her' no matter how long we'd be together. And I was okay with that. - End Of Book 2: Chapter 28: I & Do -

She had no plans on using it, but if Nora tried anything funny, she wasn't going to hesitate to blast her till her charred, lifeless body was flung the other side of the room like a piece of meat. “Are you awake?” Nora asked. Trisha instinctively held her breath and closed her eyelids as shut as possible. She felt like a kid hiding from the boogeyman except that the boogeyman man in this case walked to her own on the bed opposing Trisha's and sat. “Are you going to pretend you're asleep or do you plan on answering on my third call?” Trisha's heart began beating fast as she opened her eyes. “I'm awake but chose not to answer you,” she snapped as she sat up on her bed. “So what?” There was an

Naturally, he had attempted to get it cured, to the point where he had recently contacted an anonymous hypnotist online to help with his condition. To his surprise, however, the hypnotist didn’t seem interested in his money at all. It almost seemed like she genuinely just wanted to help… But why? As the thoughts plagued him, Frank failed to notice the faint scent of burning sandalwood seeping into his room… and in no time at all, he was fast asleep.

It was too dark to see more. She tried to focus on Caleb’s face, so close, only a foot away, staring at her hopefully. His eyes seemed to light up, as he squeezed her hand tighter. His hands felt warm. Hers were so cold. She couldn’t feel the life in them. Despite her efforts, Caitlin couldn’t hold her eyes open a second longer. They were just too heavy. She felt…sick was not the word. She felt…heavy. She felt free-floating, as if she were in limbo, stuck between two worlds. She didn’t feel connected to her body, didn’t feel like a part of the earth anymore. But she didn’t feel dead, either. She felt as if she were trying to awaken from a very, very deep sleep.

I could not when this intimidating, dangerous figure stood before me. When he is Adrian Sinclair. He lowered his eyes, so slowly like he was calculating his movement. Then, he placed a soft kiss on my lips. It was so gentle, so soft like silk and much more considerate than the kiss at the altar. My heartbeat raced faster than usual but my hiccups had stopped. “What are you doing to me?” I managed to ask against his lips as I slowly shut my eyes. “You are being hypnotized,” he said and as I was about to oppose and push him off me, he immediately wrapped his arms around me without breaking off from the kiss.