Hypnotized Book Novels & Stories

Holy shit! That was when it hit me like a tsunami. When Miss Kim started flirting with me back in America, I had been waiting to see her grandfather for almost two weeks. I causally hypnotized her out of boredom, and malice. That day, I gave her an induction, and made her believe that two of my bodyguards were ‘Huracio.’ They had fun, but there was no sex between them. Just some teasing and flirting. When bringing her out of the hypnosis, I had instructed her to fall into a deep sleep right after having the most powerful orgasm of her life. I instructed her to wake up and remember everything as a dream.

"It's getting late. I should leave now. I'll see you again tomorrow, Lucy." "Sure." Lucy's head was lowered. She was so disheartened that she didn't see the fondness in Axel's eyes. Once Axel left, he got into his car and browsed the stories on Instagram. Then, he saw a story his good friend, Ian, uploaded. "This is the first time I've run into such a peculiar patient. He was hypnotized and brainwashed. However, he has forgotten about his true love and married someone else. "And my job is to restore his memory…" Axel was shocked when he read it. Had hypnosis become this incredible these days?

"* At the time, he had scoffed to himself. No book could fix what was broken within him. And yet, here he was. Three a.m. and awake, insomnia gnawing at his chest like it had a tendency to do. He had poured himself a glass of scotch—his second—and sat in the armchair by the window. The book was next to him, not opened. The city stretched below like a painting, but it was cold. Dead. Like him. He opened the cover. The first few pages were dull. He scanned more than he read, unengaged. But when the story got underway, something odd occurred. He slowed. The old man in the story—grumpy, bitter, mad at the world—wasn't just recognizable. He was *him*. Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, the wor

That wasn’t how it worked. Number 3’s situation was another good point to look at. When she resolved herself to never give up any information, Mane used Words of Power to get the words out of her mouth. How was that possible? After all, Words of Power could physically force her to open her mouth, but it couldn’t bring the words out of it. What Mane did was simple really. He used Words of Power to bring up mists and illusions that clouded Number 3’s judgement, and then he was able to successfully hypnotize her. He studied Hypnosis from his 3rd Master – the Spiritualist. And he was pretty good at it. It was just that Number 3’s mind was firm so Mane had to use mists and illusions to disorient

So, in your mind, it can be me. Nodding I laugh at her text, maybe she is right? If I saw the woman I might struggle. Walking to the room I grab the blindfold walking to the bed, I remove my clothes and lie back, my hands placing the blindfold over my eyes. I stay still and quiet, maybe it is her coming? I hope this isn't her sending Alena. I find myself overthinking, the sound of the door opening and footsteps getting closer.

There was a powerful aura surrounding him, an aura that was both familiar and foreign to Nathan. Ezekiel tossed a contract toward Nathan. “Your wife contacted me two months ago, insisting I perform hypnosis on her.” Seeing Ezekiel’s professional badge, Nathan finally realized this was the globally renowned hypnotist people praised as nearly godlike. But he couldn’t understand—why would Isabella seek hypnosis? As he flipped through the contract Isabella had signed, his werewolf senses picked up a strange energy emanating from the paper. The listed services sent shockwaves through his mind:

A pull like a magnet, weak but just about perceptible. Caitlin opened her eyes and followed the pull as it led her to a shelf of dusty books. Her eyes skimmed across the spines, unable to read any of the languages. But then she saw one book in English and knew, deep inside of her, that she had found what she had been sent here for. She pulled the book down and a cloud of dust flew into the air. The book had clearly not been touched for centuries. She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin.

Lulling her into a hypnotic daze. Lily... Her feet moved on their own towards the table. A faint white and gold mist surrounded the book. There was a tug at the back of her mind, but her will of movement was not her own. It was as if someone else was guiding her to it. Lily! Don't do it! Nox tried to warn her, but it fell on deaf ears. She set the glass of water on the table beside the book. A harmonic humming soothed her worries as she reached out to it. Her fingers barely grazed the soft leather when her vision turned white. My dear... Sweet... Liliana...

My muscles move without permission, as if responding to signals from his brain instead of my own. The words leave my tongue even as my mind remains entirely free of thought. I speak for half an hour, the story pouring from my lips while I remain trapped in some sort of hypnotic daze. When it’s all over a small pile of pearls has accumulated in our laps. I feel wrung out and used, drained of my secrets but far from unburdened.

he served whisky. while he poured a a cup full, the therapist felt like she would be able to kill, like she was about to die, like she was fading away just now,and never coming back. she felt as though she'd fallen off the face of the Earth from the realization that there was indeed a secret, that H, of all people , was a part of the grand joke. "since when have you all been hypnotizing me?" "quite some time now." "who's involved?"Dr montoya frowned.