Mind Control Stories Novels & Stories

He then put the cell phone back on the bed because he didn't want to be labeled as someone who liked to take care of other people's lives, especially the life of the woman he called an unimportant person. Afterwards, Kevin went to the bathroom to clean his body. And when there were no people paying attention to the object, it became active again and started recording everything around it.

THERE I AM, STANDING AND swaying like a palm tree in the middle of a hurricane. I can't help but think, "What in the world is happening nowadays?" I mean, I was sure I had this guy under my mind-control to leave me alone, but I guess not. Could it be because I've been downing animal blood instead of human? It seems like my mind-control abilities are fading fast. First, it was Chloe—though maybe it was Casper who broke the mind compulsion on her—and now this kid? So now any random teenager can resist my mind-control? It's becoming a joke!

said the colored-eyed one, reading the file on the computer. "I beg your pardon? Where did you get that?" asked Maddox in confusion, not knowing what he was referring to. "The hacker had this information about the hearts sign. Apparently it's a new technology that is able to control people's minds, like a robot; it's still a prototype, but apparently they've had good results on animals," commented Dax, after reading a part of the file, "A dangerous cartel with the power to control people, great. We're dead." "Manipulating the human mind is very difficult, if not impossible. We don't have an off button or self-destruct."

"Five months ago, I was in St. Petersburg when I spotted a man attacking a woman. I drew my weapon. Told him to release her and back away. When he let go, she collapsed in the snow. I fired my weapon, but it didn't faze him. Then this chill came over my mind, and I heard a voice telling me to forget. And then he vanished. I checked the woman. She was dead with two punctures on her neck." Karl shrugged. "They've probably been spotted many times over the centuries, but they always used mind control to keep humans from remembering what they'd seen. In my case, it didn't work." "You can resist mind control." "Yes. We all can. That's why my team is so small. There's only a handful of people in th

I walk past the Living Room, removing Zoe's cupcakes from the oven, grab two pieces, and a slice of cake, with that, I walk out. _____ I walk inside, closing the door firmly behind me. I place the rabbit cage on the table, with the rabbit in it. I place the bird cage on the other side. I will master dark Mind Control and Manipulation. I sit on the floor, and quiet my mind. Mind Control and Manipulation require immense mental strenght and discipline, so I engage in different mental excercises and meditation to strenghten my focus and concentration, and naturally, this should take weeks,based on he books I have read, it should take weeks to master mental discipline, but I do not have weeks.

Three dots. Disappear. Reappear. Intervention escalates. Access becomes conditional. Monetization warnings. Policy reminders. If that fails—narrative control. Lila’s voice is hoarse. “Define narrative control.” The reply is slower now. Careful. We shape the story before it spreads. We seed doubt. We encourage ‘concern’ posts. We frame instability. Jade feels sick. “You destroy their credibility,” she says. Yes, the insider replies. And if they still don’t comply?

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

He asked glancing at Jasmine. "Please,".Irish now pleaded. "Can you lower your voice?" Not many people knew she was gifted and it had worked on anyone else in the same room, except in some cases, her gift failed her if she wasn't able to feed well. Mind control entailed deep concentration with her eyes and mind, imagining being in someone's head and telling them things to believe which ordinarily, they would not. It often felt like her eyes were heavy and sore, lifting the weighty information in one's head and replacing it with an entirely different thing.

"the way I see it, it's more than a physical battle now. It's more like we have a mental war to contend with now." "We do," he said and turned contemplative. You should have seen them, Elijah. They were like zombies, so tuned in to Damien's name and whatever mind link he had with them. They were like zombies, but it's almost as though he gave them strength from all that." "so we're dealing with some mind-controlled hyperactive freaks, nice." I drawled out, before checking the time. Kylie would soon be up, and I would have to explain this to her. I didn’t want to. I simply did not want to add this to the list of things she had to worry about.

He said, a bit hesitantly. “He is a cunning son of a bitch. But as strong as he is, he can’t control people’s thought and what they choose to believe. What we need to do is just manipulate the story a bit.” I said running a hand through my hair. The ideas coming to me all at once, making em speak fast. Trying to get all the words out.