The Hypnosis App Was Fake Novels & Stories

“Yikes, I just saw a video on Twitter, it’s very disgusting…” Charlie asked curiously, “What is it? Let me see how disgusting it is.” He went to grab her phone that had fallen on the floor. Claire shrieked again, “Argh, don’t look! It’s disgusting…” “How disgusting could it be? You’ve made me very curious.” Then, he turned on the screen and glanced at it, and he was stunned by what he saw. It was Kian Webb, the creep who loved to psychologically manipulate girls… Looking at his hysterical reaction in the video, it was confirmed that Charlie’s hypnosis had worked!

Why would I think this would be any different? Julie suddenly shouts, “Wait! Did you say you were unconscious for a few days?” I turn my focus back to my phone. “Yeah. But I’m awake now and the doctor says everything is fine.” In unison, the two women growl, “We are on our way!” Before their words can even register, the call ends. My eyebrows knot together as I stare down at my phone. What just happened? Jacob sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Shit.”

I volunteered to prove hypnosis was fake. Twenty minutes later, I was on my knees in Dr. Leland Marsh's dressing room with his cock in my mouth. Let me back up. The show had been Meredith's idea. "Dr. Marsh is supposed to be incredible," she'd said. "People say he's the real deal." "There is no real deal," I'd argued. "It's all suggestion and showmanship. People wanting to believe, acting the part for attention."

He was laughing. " Not at all... You know if I don't sleep for two nights then the third day I can even sleep while standing. " " This is too much, you are kidding me. " " Trust me, If I sleep all of a sudden under that condition and if anyone asks me anything, I start behaving as if I am drugged or given the medicine so that I can only speak the truth. I would even admit that I murdered someone if I really had. I mean to say that I lose control over my mind. And the funniest part is, that I won't remember anything about it when I get up. " he was looking at me with surprise and then he burst out laughing.

I can tell you, not even one of them agreed to contact out of that scammy app. So I send him this message, and he replies, and my free credits in the app run out, so I can't answer him, and he knew. Still, he sent me messages for three or four consecutive days. I start seeing this guy in my dreams, and in my daydreams, heck, I even started seeing him as one of my characters for one of the books I was writing at the time. I see him with me, coming from behind and hugging me when I'm doing exercise. Saw him the same way, coming to kiss me when I was working.

they found that the app had changed. The script I wrote instantly disguised itself as thousands upon thousands of "new users," flooding into the app at the same time. These "users" began giving every woman on the board the highest score. Within minutes, the board, which had originally featured only a few high-scoring targets, became meaningless. Every woman's score had been pushed to the full, making it impossible to tell anyone apart. Right after that, these "users" began posting huge amounts of garbled comments made up of random characters under every woman's photo.

Shaun’s handsome face paled. Someone had deleted programs from his brain? He laughed dryly. “This is impossible, Professor Lincoln. I’m not a robot…” Professor Lincoln put on a straight face. “No, as far as I know, Y country has an ancient hypnotic skill that does this. This hypnotic skill can tamper with a person’s feelings and memories. It can even go unnoticed by the person concerned.” Shaun’s brain rumbled. Hypnosis?

She muttered to herself, "T-That's impossible. I-It's all fake…" The viewers started leaving comments in the chat box. "We're not saying the app is 100% accurate, but there's a 90% chance it is. A cheater will never stop cheating. You have to believe this and stop lying to yourself." "One wrong choice, and your life is ruined. You're lucky this is only a simulation and not your reality. It's still not too late to come to your senses." "I can't believe you still think it's impossible. I've never met such a stupid woman before!"

How could he now willingly share a meal with her? Jaylene didn't want to believe the hypnosis had failed. She had administered so many drugs, and the hypnotist had experimented on numerous people without any waking up fully in such a short time. Keegan had been severely injured, at his most mentally vulnerable, which should have made the hypnosis more effective. But that photo made it hard for her not to overthink things. Jaylene had been happy when Keegan answered the door, but Darcie's words quickly soured her mood.

“Public appearances. Joint statements. Romantic paparazzi moments.” “And then we fake-breakup?” “Eventually. Or maybe not.” I stared at him. “You’re enjoying this.” “I enjoy puzzles,” he said. “And right now, you’re the most interesting one in the room.” He buttoned his cuff again and headed for the door. “Sleep tight, fiancée,” he called over his shoulder. And then he was gone. ______________________________________________________________________ I woke up to thirty-two missed calls, three back-to-back headlines, and a group chat explosion titled “ADELAINE WTF?” — in all caps. Zain’s name also pops up. He had the nerve to still text me.