Mesmerized Novels & Stories

His eyes searched for mine with desperation, as if he were trying to reach me through the other side of a pane of glass. “No… no…” I kept repeating, not even sure what I was refusing. A nurse rushed in, followed by a doctor. My breathing was a frantic, uncontrolled gasp; the monitor began to beep louder. “She’s having an acute crisis,” the doctor said, firm but compassionate. “We need to help her body come down.” Dad held my hands, but I couldn’t stop trembling. “What does that mean?” he asked, voice breaking. “A mild sedative,” the doctor explained. “It’s not to erase anything—it’s to let her nervous system rest. She’s hypervigilant. Her body still believes she’s in danger.”

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Jesus, I am definitely high. ‘‘You’re not taking her in the shower or stripping her, I’m the only one who’s going to do that.’’ There's that edge of possessiveness and I literally cannot move a muscle. I feel paralysed from the waist down and yet the weird dreamlike state is doing a great job of not caring about anything anymore. It’s like being merry drunk just, you know, without the merry and just the drunk.

Brent was clearly not drunk, but his mind was distracted by something stronger than alcohol. "Of course sir." Hermosa grinned drunkenly as she held the stalk of a cherry. The alcohol had turned her once again into a lustful and holy goddess to whom only touch and embrace, orgasm and scream could serve as tribute.

It was surely getting hot in there… "And I– I am– I'm your little man…" Maxwell drew in a sharp intake of breath as her eyes seemed to draw him in, attracting him like a moth to a flame. He was completely mesmerized. Darkened grey eyes mesmerized by her glistening, doe-like hazel ones… Maxwell could feel himself drowning deeper and deeper still into her eyes. It was as if her gorgeous eyes were a bottomless ocean into which he was slowly drowning without any anchor to hold on to…

Werewolves communicated through their minds so he couldn’t speak to her nor could she hear his thoughts. Jeremy walked around Lena. Lena turned around following him as he moved majestically, his white fur glittered under the reflection of the moon, and his light brown eyes shun staring at Lena. “Am I the only one who can see you???!” Lena asked as she looked around. people walked by and stared at her they must have felt she was insane because of the way she acted like she was talking to someone and how she moved around (these people saw Lena but Jeremy was invisible to them) .while some people who walked by eyed her and looked at Jeremy those people could see him some of them acted like they

And then dear God, I was bewitched. I tend to forget all the instructions I have given to myself earlier. The tension in my muscles strangely relaxes and I find myself smiling. A strange kind of mental comfort embraces me. I become reanimated and realize that I actually missed her. It's been a full whole day and half, I didn't see her or hear her.

Because of her demeanor he saw, the way she laughed, gave him a confused innocent look and the way she turned her gaze away from him shyly which he absorbed deeply, made him more possessed by unknown evil spirit within himself. "At the end of the day I finally found you sweetest." Satan thought.

mesmerized? With my sanity being challenged, I lost my balance and started to fall backwards. Consequently, as my body detached from him, the burning was instantly replaced by the abusing cold. And the pain of broken bones announced its presence once again. To my great astonishment, the mutt turned around and caught me before my poor body slammed against the ground. And there it was again. That tingling. Like the strongest morphine, it covered me in silk and relieved all the pain. As bizarre as it was, I wished to close my eyes and let it absorb me completely.

he said in a husky voice and I swear I never heard a man speak this sexily ever. The sound of his voice and his words were engraved in my mind because I knew he was right. I was riding at a dangerous pace and so high that I wondered if alcohol would also make people feel such glee. Driving their brains out until they couldn't even think straight and sense nothing but sensations wrecking their bodies. Because that's what exactly was happening to me.