Nicholas Wright Hypnosis Novels & Stories

Isabella didn’t recognize him. His hawk-like gaze sharpened as it landed on Ezekiel, cutting through the air like a blade. “What did you do to my wife?” he demanded coldly, his tone dark and foreboding. At that moment, his only thought was that Ezekiel had drugged Isabella with hallucinogens or hurt her, causing her mental breakdown. Ezekiel tossed a contract toward Nathan. “Your wife contacted me two months ago, insisting I perform hypnosis on her.” Seeing Ezekiel’s professional badge, Nathan finally realized this was the globally renowned hypnotist people praised as nearly godlike. But he couldn’t understand—why would Isabella seek hypnosis?

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

The good doctor had leaned forward with interest, listening, nibbling at the bait which had been dangled so delicately before him. Fishy fishy in the brook. Fishy fishy bite my hook . . . Richard had chewed the soft inside lining of his cheek, fighting back the titters, all the while thinking: My God, I’m going crackers. They went on to explain how they had heard today’s hypnotherapy might be just the thing, might help assess the situation. Maybe even cure it altogether. Dr. Ponds informed them they’d heard correctly, and that they had come to the right place in their discomfort. He conveyed how the procedure known as regressive hypnosis would more than likely uncover the mental obstacles fr

The thought that it could have been him in that lifeless state irks him. Nicholas wants to vent his anger but there is nothing to vent it on. He feels so weak and powerless now that the physician had left his judgement behind. Hoot's knocks on the door. "Who is that?" Nicholas turns in anger to the door. "It's me my Lord," Hoot's replies. "You may come in," Nicholas says. "I hope you met Wahika and that there is no excuse this time around, because I will go get her myself if you didn't," Nicholas paces around the room as he vents.

I don’t really remember her going to school, or maybe I was too little when she did. "I know you hate me because you think I have done everything wrong to you, but trust me, I didn’t," I said that, but my voice cracked at the end because technically my wolf did do it. The confusing part was that Mr. Holt has used hypnosis very cleverly. He used it to make me look like I was controlling him. He made me do things, which in turn made me look like a controller.

So stubbornly by her daughter's side, she remained. Soon enough, Nicholas was back from attending to the fallen physician. "He is awake." He had declared, reassuring Mira that she hadn't killed the man. The girl had smiled happily before Nicholas had pulled the room aside to speak to them about what was really going on. "He is awake but he can't remember anything that happened today. He is kind of spaced out. Does this happen with you guys? Do you have this ability to make peoples' memories fade away?" Nicholas's gaze moved from Zezi to George and then to Aunt Alice, his questions directed to them.

"Mr. Wiltz?" When he opened his mouth, his voice was deep and charismatic, as if he had been born with the ability to seduce others. Not only would women be enchanted, but even men would be attracted to his words, resulting in a feeling of inferiority. "Yes, are you the hospital representative? And did they just send you to talk to me?" Just one person. This left him more or less surprised. "One person not enough?" Nicholas mocked, then casually placed the magazine on the table in front of him, reached for the steaming cup of coffee, and took a sip. "Tell me, how much do you want?"

Nicholas is a proud cocky bastard who trampled on other people's self esteem. Torturing and punishing me is something I can go along with and I'd love to be tied up and fucked so aggressively. 'Whipping, flogging? Can you take all that?!' My subconscious questioned me and I sat still, mystified by the thoughts of being whipped by Nicholas. I'd have ripped the papers apart, but a voice inside of me begged for a better approach to this. Should I sign this agreement or not? I'll have to sign it, I've always wanted this asides the payment and all.

Nicko clarified his words. This really made Mitchel dumbfounded with fear. He tried to ask himself what did the Young Master's attitude mean just now. Is it possible that Nicko wants to use the same method as when he controlled the girls who used to be his victims? Michael started to ask more and more deeply, he wasn't sure Nicko could do this. According to him, he is an expert in hypnosis. He has played psychological tricks so often. How could Nicko brainwash him? But if he couldn't, why did Nicko manage to awaken Jenny and challenge her?

Bellatrix was surprised and stood up immediately. "Nicholas!" She wanted to run and hug him, but it didn't happen. Nicholas's rough, big right hand gripped her throat. Bellatrix was surprised not only at Nicholas's behavior but also at the sight of him. It wasn't exactly Nicholas she saw. Where was that blue bead with which Bellatrix was repeatedly hypnotized? Nicholas's blood-red lips tightened with anger, and he frowned as his gaze fell on Bellatrix. This time, the hand pressing around her neck relaxed a little, and two narrow, pointed teeth came out of either side of Nicholas's lips, just like those three. Is Nicholas one of them? Bellatrix looked on like a thunderbolt, and for a while, t