The Hypnosis App Was Fake Novels & Stories

What the hell was that? I reached up and pulled off the red lace mask, tossing it aside. The fiery wig followed. I ran my hands through my damp natural black hair and headed straight to the bathroom to wash up. Even as warm water splashed over my face and body, my mind kept replaying the scene — the thick, veined cock, the fire emojis, the low laugh, and then that sharp voice yelling about zoom classes. I hoped he wasn’t a minor. But there was no way. The Sensual app had strict age verification. That was one relief, at least.

Now she was openly going in and out of Leo's office. Could it be that her guess was correct and there was another woman by Leo's side?’ Realizing this Sophia's face became even more gloomy. “I got it remember not to tell anyone that I talked to you.” “Okay, ma'am.” After she hung up the phone, she made another phone call. “Hey, how did the thing I asked you to investigate last time go?” *** Two days later, A bombshell exploded online. “One Closet” app was exposed for selling counterfeit and inferior products and found to have serious formaldehyde exceeding standards.

Four months earlier, I had decided to get hooked on the application and be self-employed in a particular tech job but failed to get any clients as my profile had zero credentials to prove I was capable of the job. To test out the mobile platform at first, I created a fake profile with another account to get used to the app's environment. The service I claimed I could offer on my profile was psychotherapy and I used my real number and address on it. Just for trial before creating my tech profile. Somehow, someone had found that fake profile of mine and believed I was a licensed therapist. Licensed? Anyone who believed that profile is real was clearly blind in both eyes. No credential on my pr

She spat it all before he even had the chance to ask her anything. “I believe I was expecting that, yes,” he said, and she swore she could feel him smirking over the phone. “Are they aware this is a deal?” “No, of course not. We agreed to pretend, right? So, that’s what I’m doing. I didn’t tell them everything, but I tried to lie the best I could.” “I can understand that. Don’t worry,” Scott continued. “You don’t need to talk to me like you’re reporting your chores. So, how did they react to it?” he sounded interested.

The video had gone viral, just as I expected. Thanks to the cash drops Anya had scattered, the traffic spiked within minutes. The comments poured in. Many users identified him as Benjamin Southall, a wealthy heir in the capital. They said I had been scammed and urged me to get my money back. Others sent private messages, telling me not to be afraid. They said this was not my fault. [Collect your evidence. If he dared to lie to you, you can fight back.] I was genuinely grateful, but I could not simply reply with a thank-you.

The room filled with the sounds of heart-rending screams and heavy breathing. A long time passed this way and then out of nowhere the screen to the left lit up. “Ma’am, your son has been murdered! How are you feeling?” “ Mr. Arnold, how can people trust Zen Security Solutions, if you were unable to secure your house.” "Mr. Arnold, your hospital has a team of the most coveted specialists yet they couldn't save your son! What do you have to say about it?" The questions poured in tens and thousands. Then, the screen on the right lit up with hundreds of notifications.

I wanted to remember her laugh, her smile and her voice. I didn't need to see the future to know that she would be in it. I knew I would be 'Hypnotized By Her' no matter how long we'd be together. And I was okay with that. - End Of Book 2: Chapter 28: I & Do -

I couldn't believe it, and I couldn't remember how I had fallen for Jeffrey. But the facts were undeniable. I'd gone through countless records and consulted numerous hypnosis experts, but the memories uncovered through hypnosis were real—they couldn't be fake. I had no choice but to believe it. Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, I hid away, unable to face the truth. Maybe time would dull everything. I wanted to pretend that Jeffrey and I had died together in that car crash.

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.”

“Something that could help her feel better, even if just for a little while?” The doctor was silent for a moment, and I could sense her reluctance. “There is one option, but it’s not a permanent solution,” she said carefully. “We could use hypnosis to make her forget the kidnapping incident, at least temporarily. It would give her some relief from the memories, but it’s not without risks. The memories would eventually come back, and they could be even more frightening when they do because they’d be scrambled. We also can’t guarantee that she won't forget other important things. It’s a very risky procedure, Alpha.”