Hypnotized Book Novels & Stories

“When you wake up, you won’t remember meeting me. You’ll become the boss from hell. You’ll push Akaisha to the point of wanting to quit.” Mahima barely spoke with her eyelids lowered. Hypnosis shouldn’t have worked on an elf, but it did. Professor Mozart stealthily left her room. The nurses and doctors around him ignored his presence, which allowed him to leave the hospital in peace with a grin on his face.

“I can help with the sleep. With the dissociation. But it will require trust, and it will require you to go places you have been avoiding. Hypnosis, specifically the methods your father refined, can reach the parts of the mind that ordinary talk therapy never touches. It is not magic. It is focus, suggestion, and the willingness to let someone else hold the map for a while. Are you willing?” My mouth went dry. “Yes.” “Good.” He stood, moved to the side table, poured water into a glass, and set it near my hand. “Drink. Then look at me.” I drank. The water was cold. My fingers left prints on the glass. “Keep your eyes on mine,” he said. “You are safe here. Nothing will happen that you do not a

I could hear Rita screaming, her voice filled with horror and fear as she was made to watch him do that to me and I wondered what she would do if she had the chance to use her power of hypnosis. I didn’t get to think of that much because once Alpha Baron stopped slapping me nonstop, my brain began to shut down. My eyes closed and I couldn’t get them to open up. I couldn’t speak too and even though I struggled to stay awake, my body was completely against it. So I let it take control and I felt my consciousness slip away slowly until it finally left me completely and the last I heard before I fell to the floor along with my chair, was the same scream from Rita and she still sounded so scared.

She gasped, but his arm snaked around her waist, and he pulled her flush against his bare body. “You can’t lie to me, Emilia. I know you want me as much as I want you.” His lips grazed the soft skin below her ear, slowly, provocatively, trailing to her chin. Another gasp escaped her lips when he whirled her around to face him, his eyes searching hers. “Look into my eyes and tell me you don’t want me.” Hypnotized by his intense gaze, Amelia couldn’t lie anymore. Her beautiful eyes glazed with a feverish need that mirrored his own. It made her breathless, her lips parting slightly to catch her breath.

Just the two of us as he watched the sunset and I watched him. I could think of anything else later, but right now… I can only think of one person to lay myself on. To ease my pain, my fear, and my worries. Just one step closer. Just one move. And one denying to myself that this is wrong, and finally, I can have a hold of him… but then, Ezekiel turned around just as the same time I lifted my hand to hold him. He looked down at my hand in front of his chest before his gazes shifted on my eyes and we locked stares with each other. His eyes were hypnotizing— It was alluring! It's like he's challenging me to come to him and I knew to myself that I would do that. And that I was caught guilty, but

"Ian, I was wrong. I'll admit to the mistake. Please let me out. I can't breathe in here. "Ian, please let me out. I'm suffocating. I could hardly breathe in here. "Ian…" While reading those unsent messages, Ian felt his vision turn black. He plopped down on the floor.

Gray like a five-dollar whore on a Saturday night. First of all, going under hypnosis took longer that it should have, as though Chrissie's brain told her to stop looking for things that weren't there. Once she'd finally been relaxed and compliant, her mind refused to give any extra information from the last time. It didn't want to be bothered, and no one could figure out why.

“Relax, Ciara. Just obey me and be free. You’re going to like it. I promise.” My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my clit. Blackmail. Guilt. Arousal. They twisted together until I couldn’t tell which was which. “Teach me,” he said softly. “Show me everything you’ve been doing with him.” So I did. I knelt on the cold stone floor exactly like I had for Father Chris. My hands shook as I opened the repentance book to the next chapter. My voice trembled as I started reading: “I renounce the sin of lust… I reject every impure touch that pulls me from grace…”

“You’re so smart. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Ryan smirked. “You’d be lost, little sis. Now be a good girl and relax. Watch your movie.” Emma settled deeper into the couch, legs tucked under her. She didn’t notice the faint, almost imperceptible pulsing glow that flickered across her screen for three seconds when she unlocked it. The app had already begun its work — embedding itself into her subconscious, waiting for the first trigger. Ryan waited until she was fully absorbed in the movie. Then he pulled out his own phone, opened the master control panel for HypnoControl, and typed the activation sequence.

Finch said, putting the devices down on the desk. His big brown eyes locked on mine and I suddenly couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. A big hand touched mine and then raised it. “The bed was awfully cold this morning,” Jack whispered. He kissed the back of my hand and even though every single part of my brain that had any semblance of common sense said to pull back, to move away … I couldn’t. I was hypnotized. “I find that hard to believe. You’re both heaters like I’ve never felt,” I whispered.