Nicholas Wright Hypnosis Novels & Stories

All because of Nick. He is therapy.

] I understood that my emotions were the key to breaking Dorian's control, and I had to make them stronger than his willpower. ‘You're right. I won't back down.’ With unwavering resolve, I channeled all my love and determination into the hypnotic distraction. It pulsed with newfound intensity, a radiant force aimed directly at Dorian. [Now, Seraphine, direct it toward Dorian. Make him see the truth.] Following my inner power's guidance, I concentrated all my strength on targeting Dorian's consciousness. The hypnotic distraction shimmered with a brilliant light, a beacon of truth amidst the illusion.

"You've never been in treatment or therapy for depression before, have you?" Nicholas shook his head. "No. I have an excellent mental health record. I never keep my problems to myself and have many ways to deal with stress or tiredness." "What did you do about it?" "Yoga, meditation, hunting, and the occasional hike or boxing." Josephine felt relieved because Nicholas seemed very healthy and had high self awareness. Nicholas looked at Josephine with twitching eyebrows to tease her. "Are you worried about me, Josephine?" Josephine blushed. "You're my patient, of course I'm worried."

“I can’t help him. He must have a mental illness. We’ll have to look for a psychiatrist.” After the psychiatrist came over, he also shook his head. He had no idea what to do, and he couldn’t figure out the cause of the symptom either. None of them would’ve known that this was the result of Alex’s deep hypnosis on Michael. Last time, he hypnotized Tristan Coleman to eat 250 grams of mud every hour. However, due to how urgently the hypnosis was done this time, Alex hypnotized Michael by telling him to think of trees as the Fairy Doctor and to cozy up to it once every hour.

“I have video of our conversation of the deal and signing of the contract. I can give it you if you can give me access to a computer.” “Also, I have video documentation whole process from the time Grace was brought in unconscious.” Nicholas shrugged “That was purely experimental documentation to study the feasibility of the process. I can give this to you as well.” Night Wing took a new laptop from its box and handed it over to Nicholas who accessed his cloud account and downloaded both the videos in question and saved it to desktop before handing the laptop back. The video stopped playing at this scene. “Now to the next videos that should answer almost all your questions.” Eric spoke throug

he sat breathing hard and I smile and stretched my hand and the stake flew to me . "you.. you 2 tongue bitch " she sniggered weakly and I giggled "I took that from you love , now time to die " I said and thrust the stake into her chest and she gasped with eye wide open and blood gushed out of her mouth . " croto warizo decrip xateu " somebody chanted i frown and turn my gave to the witch who was doing the spell . a lady dressed in a dark cloth came into sight "Dana " Nicholas gasped and she witch wave her hand and he was slapped away by an invisible force which sent him crashing on a tree and he passed out the moment he hit the ground .

Her deep-set of dimples, her eyes that reflect him and him alone. Nicholas felt his heart aching, his eyes darkened as if someone had possessed him. Silver orbs stared straight at the sleeping woman, taking in every single detail. “What happened to them?” Nicholas’ already deep voice, deepened even more as if he was some kind of demon. “Zane had another episode and she said she was just going to take a nap, but 3 weeks had passed and they didn’t wake up even for a second.” Nicholas’ original deep sexy voice escaped from his mouth as if he was conversing with himself, if it wasn't from the tone and range of voice, people would mistake him as some kind of crazy person.

There's only one other closed door so I knock as I let myself in. "Who the fuck are you?" Cheri asks, making no attempt to cover her naked body as she sprawls on the bed. Her racing stripe of brown pubic hair is a stark contrast to her blonde head. "I'm Nick," I answer, "the studio hypnotist." "The what?" Cheri swings her legs over the bed and her tits bounce unnaturally as she sits up.

There was a powerful aura surrounding him, an aura that was both familiar and foreign to Nathan. 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? As he flipped through the contract Isabella had signed, his werewolf senses picked up a strange energy emanating from the paper. The listed services sent shockwaves through his mind:

My body shudders with anger as my eyes sting, vision blurring. “I would have never allowed anything to happen to Olivia,” I say through clenched teeth. “And I did not torture him.” The sergeant raises an eyebrow. “Nicholas was undergoing pain-induced neurodivergence.” He blinks once. “Pain-induced neurodivergence?” he repeats slowly. “Yes.” I swallow, forcing calm back into my voice. “We were working on conditioning his neurological responses. Rewiring pain receptors. Making his brain interpret certain stimuli as painful — to redirect compulsions. It was controlled. Clinical. And it was working.”