John Milton Hipnosis / Audio Novels & Stories

Boston unplugged the telephone, closed the doors tightly, all the windows. “Damn it! What is happening?" he exclaimed, kicking the leg of the living room table until the table toppled and the glass shattered. The doorbell began to sound from outside, Boston didn't want to see who was coming. He sat on the sofa, covering his ears. He could not believe that after the hypnosis he did, all of this still happened. He was sure something was wrong, but he didn't know what it was. Obviously, earlier he saw the results of the hypnosis transmission were running smoothly. He could clearly see the report on the monitor this afternoon.

Charlie nodded slightly before he said in a supremely majestic tone, “Luna, can you make sure that you remember and keep whatever I am going to say next in your mind for a lifetime until you die? You can never forget what I am going to say, okay?” Luna had already been completely hypnotized by Charlie, and Charlie’s hypnotism was assisted by spiritual energy. Hence, the intensity of his hypnosis far exceeded the psychological hint that the scumbag had been manipulating her with all this while. Luna hurriedly replied, “Yes, you can give me your orders. I will make sure that I go all out to fulfill it.”

During this period, no one was allowed to disturb Millie or the psychiatrist. The psychologist had also prescribed mild sedatives to assist with the hypnosis. After taking it, Millie felt light-headed. She couldn't explain the sensation that followed. At times, she thought she could hear the rhythmic crashing sounds of waves or the soothing hums of a religious chant. Sometimes, it was a child's playful laughter, and other times the calming patter of raindrops. Millie felt lost in a surreal haze. She had no concept of time and did not know if hours or days had passed. Eventually, the darkness swallowed her whole and she drifted into a deep sleep.

“Instead, they've given us a blueprint of their desperation. Let's go.” “But why are these Sentinels unconscious?” I asked, my confusion evident. “Oh, them.” Malcolm pointed to a metal bar hidden beneath a tangle of strange wires. “There's a sonic trigger here. It emits a high-frequency pulse designed to induce a shock to the nervous system. Look.” “Does it electrocute you?” I asked, peering closer. “It induces a hypnotic state,” Malcolm corrected, straightening up. He then looked at me, a glint in his eye. “So, do you want to walk, or shall I carry you?”

Jones. ……..”Naina… I know you’re overwhelmed right now, and I want you to hear me clearly. Yes, you have Dissociative Identity Disorder. You had a part of you, a protector self, who carried the rage, the plans, the pain you couldn’t handle as a child. But from today’s hypnosis, I believe that part has now gone dormant. You’re not switching anymore because that version of you has integrated or maybe, for now, she’s gone completely. That’s why the memories are returning. Slowly, painfully, but they’re yours now. You may not regain everything right away, and that’s okay. But you’re safe now. You’re yourself. Whole. Please, don’t blame yourself for the things you did when you weren’t even fully

She has a perfect face and seductive body with fuller brẹasts and hips even as she was tall and slim-figured. "What's the treatment called?" I asked her, as I neared her and peered at her face. "Hypnosis, to make you forget about your past and whatever you did with Mallory," Sonia spoke with gritted teeth as she disliked her sister, but my wolf resurfaced with full force and grasped her soft, slender neck. "Don't ever say that to me again!" Noah growled, and Sonia shook with terror, but I immediately took control of myself and apologized to her. "I am sorry, Sonia. I didn't mean to attack you."

For a long moment, all I heard was the hum of the air conditioner and the thud of my own heartbeat. Hypnosis....They had not just taken her. They had reprogrammed her. “Do you know who did it?” I asked, my voice low, almost too calm. He shook his head. “No, but whoever they were… they were good. Professional. Possibly foreign-trained.” Foreign.

“People showing up unconscious in alleys. No wounds. No robbery. No memory. Just fragments—like they’d been pulled through something and dumped back out.” Celine’s throat went dry. “Hypnosis.” “Something like it,” Liam said, leaning forward. “But not your stage trick variety. This is organized. Precise. They target pressure points, chemical triggers. The body’s own defense mechanisms work against you. The result is a blackout you can’t fight.” She shook her head, resisting the pull of his certainty. “Why? What’s the point of dragging us through that? If they wanted us dead, they had their chance.”

Hazel’s POV Every muscle in my body locked up. He was staring right at me with recognition burning in those green eyes. Six years of hiding, six years of building a new life, and it was all about to crumble because of a dropped pocket watch. “I’m Mila,” I said quickly, my voice higher than normal. “The hypnotherapist. You’re still in the treatment process—you need to stay calm.” My heart was beating so hard I was sure he could hear it.