The Hypnotist's Love Story Novels & Stories

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:

This is what we call a tradwife's awakening. "But do you feel nothing for him now? Or has the spark just dimmed?" someone asked. "He feels like a familiar stranger right now," I replied. "If he tries to be intimate, I'll recoil. I have all these memories of us, but I can't understand why I loved him that much. "Since he's a psychiatrist, I sometimes wonder if he might've hypnotized me back then." "Stop reading nonsense stories. Psychiatrists aren't that powerful," someone replied and dismissed my worries.

“What the hell happened? Did you have, like, a brain transplant and didn’t tell me?” He stops and hovers near the side of the pool. “Not quite as invasive, but maybe just as dramatic.” I crouch down. “I’m so confused right now.” “You remember Mateo?” I roll my eyes. “Of course.” “Then you remember he’s a hypnotist.” Completely enraptured, I sit down cross-legged near the edge of the pool, looking down at Kadeem. His muscular, bare chest is glistening with water, and I have to force my mind to behave and stay chaste.

"Miss Jackson, are you sure you want to undergo hypnosis? You should know that once it begins, it's irreversible. Your body will be controlled by an alternate personality, and you'll fall into a sleep from which you'll never wake up," the doctor asked gravely over the phone. "Yes, I'm sure," Nina replied calmly. Before the call ended, there was a sudden noise at the door—Lucas Spencer had returned. Nina hung up and silently walked to the living room.

I could not when this intimidating, dangerous figure stood before me. When he is Adrian Sinclair. He lowered his eyes, so slowly like he was calculating his movement. Then, he placed a soft kiss on my lips. It was so gentle, so soft like silk and much more considerate than the kiss at the altar. My heartbeat raced faster than usual but my hiccups had stopped. “What are you doing to me?” I managed to ask against his lips as I slowly shut my eyes. “You are being hypnotized,” he said and as I was about to oppose and push him off me, he immediately wrapped his arms around me without breaking off from the kiss.

“Where were you? You were lost for a moment.” “Huh?” “Do you want this or not?” “I~~I’m not ready.” “But you were wet already.” He grinned. Her weak fingers reached his face. Never did she feel so weak before. “There are other ways to love. Help me with those hands.” **** Dominick stared at his tired mate from multiple orgasms. He could say that it was a tie. She seduced him, he gave in. But the words that could make her paralyzed were already noted. She was hypnotized. She could be his assassin. Now was she crazy that he loved hearing that she was assigned to kill him?

They adjourned the meeting with the hope of getting meaningful information in their next night's meeting. That night, Hecate flew in the form of an eagle to the palace. She then heard some voices from the window. She kept flapping her wing to keep still in the air while she eavesdropped. She found out that the queen was casting a spell on his husband, the king. She could not figure out why. Before he could think of listening further, the queen already noticed. She picked up a sword and headed towards the window. Hecate was in deep thought as she rested on the roof near the window.

she repeated, returning her gaze to her interlocutor, “but he does not notice me. "Do you want to tie him to you?" Came for a love potion? The old woman leaned forward, placing her knotted hands on the table. The dim light of a single candle illuminated an ugly face. Oblong, even long, with a hooked nose. With a sharp tip, he touched the huge camel lips. - Y-y-yes. - Ira was hypnotized by round bulging eyes without eyelids. - And you are ready to see him next to you day and night?

"What would you like to do?" Vicky smiled gently. "When I had an accident, you hypnotized me to forget everything. For the sake of fairness, you should undergo hypnosis too. If you forget about me and still fall in love with me after that, I'll believe that your feelings are genuine and stay with you—" Vicky's words were cut off by the man's furious interruption.

She asked her with a mocking smile on her face as she locked the door behind her. "This is a joke; he is joking; this is a..." Before she could finish her statement, Ella interrupted her. "Hypnosis? Yes, it is hypnosis. I have had the love of your life undergo certain procedures that’ll make him mine, and now his brain has become so damaged that he thinks that I’m his love." She said that, and the moment she said that, Kathryn raised her hand to slap her, but then Ella caught it. "You’re a monster!" She yelled, and Ella chuckled.