Mind Control Freeuse Novels & Stories

If Rhea could not stay here, she would have nowhere else to go. After some thought, she answered confidently, “I’ve been researching mind control.” Fred scratched his nose and frowned in puzzlement. “Mind control?” Rhea explained, “Have you played with a marionette before? That’s the general idea.” “You’re saying turning people into puppets?” He shook his head. “What’s the point?” Indeed, he wanted to take over Yudonia and even the world, but he wanted people to yield to him willingly. There was no fun if they were just puppets.

"Okay, there are maybe three of our kind in the world right now who can affect waking minds. There's an Israeli woman who spent thirty years in Mossad. If she concentrates so hard her ears bleed she can make a single person kind of forget she's in a room. She has to stand stock still and she can't have any attention drawn to her or she's fucked. You changed your mother's perceptions of a scene that most have really shocked her so that she couldn't see any of us and didn't remember the event. "There's also an eighty year old guy in Vermont who can tweak people's unconscious actions a bit. He uses it to get girls to bend over in front of him, or sit with their legs open so he can see their pan

“More than sound like what?” “Like influence,” I say. “Like pressure. Like dreams that are not yours. Like thoughts that slide in sideways and feel like your own until you realize you’re standing somewhere you never meant to go.” Her mouth tightens, and I see her wolf behind her eyes, pacing. “You’re saying this thing can control them,” she says, voice flat, and that flatness is a warning. “It can,” I say. “Not forever. Not without a stronger source. But it can nudge. It can seed. It can keep a connection open until they want to use it for something bigger.”

Enjoy reading. My story is one that many people will find hard to believe. I'm living it and I find it hard to believe. You see I was that guy. You know the one, the ninety-pound weakling too smart for his own good, too dumb to excel. Well, that is until the day I WOKE. Let me back up a bit. My name is Greg Masters and I can control people's minds. I know, sounds like bad science fiction or some kind of erotic story fantasy doesn't it? But it's not. See, until that fateful day I was your typical nobody.

It just dawns on me that my friend’s brother is here and her father as well. Going over to give each of them a hug, I hear Rick growl under his breath. Shaking my head, I continue to give each a hug before turning back to Rick. “Just because I believe it is a male, I don’t want any of us to let our guard down. This is a strong individual who can control people by command. They in turn could also be successful with mind control, meaning they could have someone else do their dirty work for them,” I share with the group.

Morana Ambrose. I had never felt such helplessness as I did when Adrian's mind control took hold of me, his powerful presence pressing against my own will. My body stiffened, unable to resist the overwhelming force that wrapped around me like a suffocating fog. I tried to fight it at first, pushing back with every ounce of my strength, but it was like trying to move against a tidal wave. His voice, soft but commanding, whispered into my thoughts, pulling me deeper into the abyss of his memories.

"I was 19 years old when I ran into other rogues, with psychic abilities. They were able to spot Damien's control without me uttering a word, and helped for sheer reason that they wanted me to have my freedom." "That was all? They didn’t ask for anything in exchange?" "It was a guy. We gave each other companionship." I decided to mind my business at that point. That wasn't a tale that was meant for me to deal with. "so, the first thing you will have to learn if you really want to take control of your thoughts is mindfulness. You need to be present in yourself. At this very moment, at this very time." She took my hand, and I jolted, before actually relaxing.

Jake makes him sit on the bed and sits beside him. I sit up on the floor and look at the door to see if it’s open; unluckily it’s not. Jake takes out the syringe from his pocket and slowly removes the cap from the needle and pushes the needle in Daniel’s arm. I stare at them widening my eyes, how are they doing this to someone who is mentally unstable. Or maybe they made him this way; because not all monsters are born some are made. Daniel lies on the bed and groans throwing his legs and hands around. Jake stands up and walks towards me and throws a packet of cocaine at me and starts walking towards the door without saying anything else.

And now, there was a problem that needed to be solved immediately. His gaze grew sharper. His teeth gritted, his right hand clenched tightly. He didn't open his mouth at all, making his cold face look even more fierce and charismatic. Robert. The mad scientist who created the mind control chipset was truly dangerous, and now he was planning to sell his creation to the equally insane Blood mafia group. “Fuck! This cannot be allowed.” Jeff had decided on his goal. He would take part in the battle for the mind control chipset. He had to get it.

There was no way she’ll be able to break out of that, even if with the help of her werewolf- which I’ve messed with and won’t be around throughout the whole session I’m about to have with her. “What do you need from me? Free me and let me give it to you back to back,” she gnarled at me. “You need to know that even if I free you and you try to attack me, I can shut down your mind in a second and send you to a permanent sleep. Do you know what that means? It means I can switch off your brain and turn you into a roasted potato. I don’t have to be able to control your mind before I can do countless damages, the sooner you know that the better for you, so don’t test me. You’ll mind the tone with