Reading Hypnosis Novels & Stories

Camila said, and Meadow obeyed. She stared at the space between her index fingers, her hands stretched out in front of her, and her hands clamped together. Slowly she saw that her fingers were coming close on their own. "When they touch, just let your eyes close, let your arms come down, and when they touch your lap, you can go into a deeper stage of hypnosis," Camila said with a soothing voice, and Meadow obeyed. Slowly the fingers touched, and she dropped her hands, gently falling into a deep state. Meadow breathed a couple of times and relaxed as Camila tried to make her rest.

Amanda might never be able to recover her memory. Grandmaster said that they could only try their best to cure Hannah. Amanda had lost her memory, but at least she was still alive. Benjamin's eyes were filled with hope, and he and Malcolm sat quietly to the side, even their breathing becoming much lighter. After ten minutes, Dr. Abbot began to hypnotize Amanda. It was a very ancient form of hypnosis. In his hand, he held a small brown bell, which he gently shook near Amanda's ear. The rhythm was measured, like distant twilight bells ringing, the clear, crisp sound purifying the soul.

His wolf ears twitched, trying to pick up any clues in Ezekiel’s words. Ezekiel replied, “Do you believe in reincarnation?” Nathan narrowed his hawk - like eyes. “Past lives?” Ezekiel continued, “If you’re willing to undergo hypnosis, I believe you’ll understand why your wife has changed so drastically. But I must warn you—hypnosis can lead to life - altering revelations. You’ll need to be mentally prepared.” Nathan scoffed at the absurdity. “Nonsense.” His wolf instincts told him this was something strange, but his rational mind refused to accept it.

" He tells Wesly and I both. I take a deep breath. Doctor Stephens began to explain the Hypnosis process to me. Then, he asked me if I had any questions or concerns. A million! But I couldn't ask them in front of Wesly. Instead, I shook my head no. "We are going to take this process slow," He tells me. "this first session will be only to get in and see what the last thing you can remember is. Alright now, focus on my voice and take breaths, Annabella." I close my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest, and do as he asks. He sits down beside the bed and starts to speak to me softly, though I can't quite make out what he is saying. Before I knew it, the good Doctor had me all loosey-goosey from

"You mean, my heart isn't in pain, but my heart and consciousness feel like it's hurting?" "Yes. After all, although hypnotists are powerful, they're not real gods. It's impossible for them to control your sense of pain. This is a kind of hypnosis. Hypnosis is a spiritual suggestion. That suggestion is probably for you to spoil your fiancée. If you don't follow it, you'll feel that your heart is hurting." Julien's knuckles cracked. "I understand. Can you undo it?"

She straddled me then had me look at her. "I know you had Lisa this morning but I need your mind to be clear. You're going to listen to my voice and you're going to relax with me," she said, her voice soft and comforting. I'd explain everything that she said to me but I can't. Mom said it was some kind of hypnotherapy that put my mind in a better place and it worked. She touched and caressed me, she had me rub oil over her breasts and when I got hard again, she reached between us and took me inside her. When she leaned down and kissed me, she looked into my eyes and spoke again.

“I can help with the sleep. With the dissociation. But it will require trust, and it will require you to go places you have been avoiding. Hypnosis, specifically the methods your father refined, can reach the parts of the mind that ordinary talk therapy never touches. It is not magic. It is focus, suggestion, and the willingness to let someone else hold the map for a while. Are you willing?” My mouth went dry. “Yes.” “Good.” He stood, moved to the side table, poured water into a glass, and set it near my hand. “Drink. Then look at me.” I drank. The water was cold. My fingers left prints on the glass. “Keep your eyes on mine,” he said. “You are safe here. Nothing will happen that you do not a

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

Rhea would control everything and possibly threaten Fred if that were the case. "Not yet." Rhea looked troubled. "I understand your concerns, but R20 can only work alongside hypnosis now, which takes time to learn. We must lay the groundwork and give commands to hypnotize someone, especially in the early stages." For example, flicking the wine bottle was a subtle suggestion to Ross, conditioning him to the hypnosis. "Enough!" Fred held up a hand and grew impatient. "Just hearing that gives me a headache. Remember, you must still listen to me, even if you can control many people. Is that clear?"

Time was ticking, and somehow I felt that figuring out the source of these visions might help figure out how to stop something horrible before it happened. “Alright,” Dr. Rhodes said with a sigh. “Do you have a comfortable place to lie down? And can you dim the lights?” “Yes.” I dimmed the lights, leaving only my bedside table lamp on, and then quickly laid down on my bed. “I’m ready.” For the next twenty minutes, Dr. Rhodes slowly guided me into a state of hypnosis. I pushed my mind to open up to the idea, but for a long time nothing happened, just like the last time that we tried. In fact, I was about to call it quits again when I suddenly felt a change inside of me.