Hypnotized Book Novels & Stories

Today, I didn't want to have time to even think about HIM. As I neared the door, I could feel the hurried pacing outside my room. Opening it, I found Sophie pacing the floor impatiently, a frown creasing her eyebrows. Her head swiveled toward me and she screeched, "You're up." Stepping outside, I inquired, "What happened?" She let out an exasperated breath, "As if I can remember anything after being hypnotized." I raised my hands in front of me, "Woah, do I need to remind you that it was only because I hypnotized you that you are still breathing?" I cocked my eyebrow higher, "Are you complaining to me for letting you live?"

“This here will explain. He lifted his finger and a book elegantly floated before her kneeling figure and opened. The sigil flashed as a reflection of power and she touched it. Her eyes glowed and her head rocked backwards. The words flew from the pages and passed into her skin. She felt herself rising into the air and the words continued to flow into her. When the transfer was complete she delicately lowered to her feet. She looked at her father and immediately hypnotized him. She giggled. “Now, get me the next book I need. Thank you, Papa.” Bastion couldn’t stop himself from walking over and physically taking the next book and walking directly to her and opening the covers to the first pag

"I spoke to the psychiatrist. He believes hypnosis might help you retrieve some lost memories. If you’re up for it, we can go today." Hypnosis? The thought still unnerved me, but I was desperate for answers. I needed to know what had happened to me. I swallowed my fear and nodded. "Let’s do it." The hypnotist’s office was dimly lit, a soft lavender scent filling the air. I lay back in the reclining chair as the therapist’s voice guided me into a state of deep relaxation. My breathing slowed. My thoughts blurred at the edges. "Isabel," the hypnotist said softly, "let’s begin. Close your eyes. Let the images come naturally. Tell me what you see."

I don’t really remember her going to school, or maybe I was too little when she did. "I know you hate me because you think I have done everything wrong to you, but trust me, I didn’t," I said that, but my voice cracked at the end because technically my wolf did do it. The confusing part was that Mr. Holt has used hypnosis very cleverly. He used it to make me look like I was controlling him. He made me do things, which in turn made me look like a controller.

he says and I reluctantly agree to get water although I didn't actually want to take anything. He and I talk about the most random things for a few minutes. He tells me about his love for football, what it's like being the star player of the club and he also went on about his likes, dislikes and interests and since I had nothing fun to share, I decided to focus on just being a listener. I suddenly start to feel tired and dizzy and I could not help but yawn tiredly every two seconds. "Are you bored? Am I talking too much?" Lucas asks with a weird expression on his face.

Both front and back were sealed with countless glowing green eyes staring at me in the dark like fireflies. Cold dread seeped into my bones. I was going to die here, but would Harry even shed a single tear for me when I was gone? After that, everything was a blur. Faint memories flickered through my mind, but before I could hold onto them, they vanished. When I woke again, I was lying in a hospital bed with a handsome stranger sitting at my side. The moment he saw me open my eyes, a flicker of relief lit his face. “You’re awake? I’ll get the doctor.”

I even regretted leaving him. One night, as the shop neared its closing hour, Mr. Humphries nodded off, the pain too much for him to endure. With a sigh, I carried him to his bed. But after I’d placed him upon it, I found myself lingering. His dark gold hair looked so soft. Slowly, hesitantly, I reached out and ran a hand through it. It was soft. I let out a quivering breath, feeling tingles spread through my body. My hand slid down his cheek . . . then to his chest. His eyelids twitched. Could he feel me? I was so hungry. I could take him right then and there. He was a good man, after all. Not a bad man like Salem. Would it really be so terrible?

"It's mostly the forbidden ones, of course. Power dynamics, losing control to someone trustworthy. Scenes where the mind opens up and the body follows. I dream about it.. being guided, touched in ways I can't admit when I'm awake." Touched. Fuck. That word sent a jolt through me. I could almost feel her skin under my fingers already, soft and yielding. I cleared my throat to keep my voice steady. "Fascinating. Hypnosis can be a powerful tool for that, you know. It's like unlocking a door you've kept locked for too long. Once it's open, everything flows freely. No holding back." She laughed softly, a nervous sound that made her breasts rise and fall enticingly. "You make it sound so simple. I

Shaun’s handsome face paled. Someone had deleted programs from his brain? He laughed dryly. “This is impossible, Professor Lincoln. I’m not a robot…” Professor Lincoln put on a straight face. “No, as far as I know, Y country has an ancient hypnotic skill that does this. This hypnotic skill can tamper with a person’s feelings and memories. It can even go unnoticed by the person concerned.” Shaun’s brain rumbled. Hypnosis?

The moment Anthony made an appearance, Lily instantly calmed down, as if she had found her faith. She raised her head and looked at him. As he was stepping forward, he fished out a pocket watch from his pocket and held it in front of Lily. He then spoke to her in a kind, gentle voice. "Look at it." Her highly tense spirit became relaxed at that moment. She looked at the pocket watch without any resistance while her pupils followed the movement of the swinging pocket, which then caused her to be unconsciously hypnotized. Her eyes became glassy, and her mind turned blank.