Hypnotized Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Erin Greer values a good joke more than boundaries. She always says that we have to keep things fun if we want our relationship to last. So she and her childhood friend, Mark Levine, have a standing arrangement. They will orchestrate a surprise every year on our wedding anniversary—with all their friends playing along—just to see if I'll fall for it. Three years ago, she told Mark in front of me that she regretted marrying me. When I turned to leave, she laughed and pulled me back, saying I was too easily teased. Two years ago, she had Mark put divorce papers beside my pillow. After I signed them with a trembling hand, she laughed and said it was just a prank. Last year, she and Mark hel

"Anytime, my dear friend. Now, what were you saying about ghost stories?" "Oh, come on, Cassandra!" I protested, but she chuckled and launched into a tale. "Have you ever heard of the urban legend about a Japanese woman whose husband disfigured her face?" The sudden gust of wind startled me, and I wasn't particularly enthusiastic about listening to the rest of the story. However, it seemed to divert Cassandra's attention from her troubles, so I indulged her. "No, I haven't. Please, tell me more."

The worse ones would live separate lives, having their own affairs. Yet, watching Irvin hold my hands so tightly, she wondered if true love actually existed after all. When other couples divorced, they would tear each other apart over petty amounts of money. Yet, Irvin, who had billions of dollars, had given me everything. He even stayed by my side, working for me, so that I would never run out of money. When they hypnotized him, it was easy to convince him that he was the heir of Hardwells. But when the hypnotist tried to suggest that his wife was her, he strongly resisted it.

She was still confused, she needed to know what exactly happened to change Miranda's mood. "C'mon Miranda, tell me what exactly happened, why are you this moody?" She asked. "Vivian has manipulated my husband." She muttered and turned to her. Elena felt kind of confused. "Vivian has manipulated your husband, how?" She asked. "Hypnotize! He now does everything and anything she tells him to do, he doesn't listen to anyone anymore not even me his wife." I said to her. "What? That's impossible." Elena said.

Norman wondered. “Why so?” “I once heard a story about a man who married a young and beautiful wife. The man was obsessed with keeping up an appearance, so he often brought his wife out to social events in order to get showered with the public’s praises. Thus, wherever he went, his wife would also be there. However, as time passed, his wife met a man who treated her more gently and looked more handsome than her husband, so she betrayed her and cheated on him with that man in the end.”

♡VIRANICA POV♡ Till today I never seen a guy abducting his wife for honeymoon what the hell did I accept him as my husband no way but why the hell I married him I'm laying on bed and thinking all these things he lifted me and took to watch sunset I'm feeling sleepy and slept off on him only in the morning when I opened I seen him sleeping still I tried to move but his hold on me was too tight he opened his eyes and said "escaping from husband is not good kitten" I rolled my eyes he chuckled why he never gets angry oops my mistake he gets angry when I tries to harm myself

she asks, looking at me with incredulity. "You want me to talk to a shrink? What exactly would I say? Well, Doc, I stabbed a man in the neck with a hair accessory when he tried to rape me because I’m married to the biggest, scariest mafia boss out there. Then my husband disposed of the body and all the evidence, like he’s done countless times before. How did I meet my husband? Well, strap in, this one’s a doozy. How long do you suppose it will be before my psychologist feels it’s their duty to report at least some of what I’m telling them?"

From Tasha's line of sight, it looked exactly like I was threatening Owen with a knife. Owen suddenly leaned in close and let out a few sinister, low laughs. "Don't be in such a hurry. I've also prepared a big surprise for you." As soon as he finished speaking, a swarm of reporters suddenly burst out from downstairs. They pointed their cameras and microphones at me. "Dr. Miller, is it true that before you married Ms. Snyder, you concealed the fact that you had been raped by other men?" "Dr. Miller, is Ms. Snyder's years-long inability to have a child the result of lingering complications from what happened to you during the abduction case?"

“You hid a book and lingerie from me.” “Did I mention any of that? Did I say what position was my favorite, or how sometimes I misbehave, so you’ll spank me? Or did I say, yes, Max and I make love?” I asked. “I told him you could fulfill your role as my husband.” “You won’t tell me your favorite position, you never tell me anything when it comes to sex, but you tell someone else, someone that has betrayed me, how I feel inside you. If I didn’t stop you, who knows how much you would’ve said.”

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy