Hypnotic Wife Novels & Stories

Natalia said as she shut her laptop and started to lace around the room. Just how long would it take her stupid husband to come back home to his beautiful, obedient wife? “I can’t wait to see you back home, Mr Shaw.” She said softly to herself and giggled while playing with her fingers. It was definitely going to be a very long evening for the both of them whenever he decided to get home.

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

Her eyes shimmered with determination and a hint of pleading. Niki needed time to process this information. She also wanted to figure out what exactly had happened between them in the past and why he was her child's father. A flicker of hurt crossed Jared's face as he observed the distant expression in her eyes. "What do you mean?" In his mind, whether it was the past version of her or the present, she was his wife—the person he cherished most. Yet she had just said, 'That's not who I am anymore.'

not the owners. She held his hands in her and kissed them. "These hands have done wonders Ashton...every night for 4 years they have taken care of my numb legs with just one hope...to hope something which was next to impossible. Tell me, Ash..why you didn't leave this not so beautiful wife? Why you tried everything to make her see her own beauty? Why you didn't divorce this crippled wife and married some beautiful model? Why you worked every second of these 4 years to make me stand up on my own?

Isabella didn’t recognize him. His hawk-like gaze sharpened as it landed on Ezekiel, cutting through the air like a blade. “What did you do to my wife?” he demanded coldly, his tone dark and foreboding. At that moment, his only thought was that Ezekiel had drugged Isabella with hallucinogens or hurt her, causing her mental breakdown. 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?

I tell her. She frowns. “What’s up…” “I need Simone Wells. David’s brother wants to hire someone to be his Fiancée until he gets his promotion…" I explain. Her frown deepens. “And you’re sure Simone could, do it?” she asks. “She’s one of the only women we have that could pass as a doctor’s wife…” I remind her. “Rather send in. Quinn Daily.” She says. I bite my lip. Quinn was gorgeous, long blonde locks, sea blue eyes her entire face was made to be a model. The only problem we had with her was that her clients always fell in love with the role she played.

That morning he had made an appointment with Stanley and Kenny Helmet, the hypnotherapist who had worked with Lucy some time ago. "You came earlier than promised. Doesn't your wife know you came to see me?” Stanley asked curiously when that morning Jacob Hayden arrived at the clinic where he was practicing. "No, she's become more submissive now and doesn't protest as much." Jacob began to sit in the chair in front of Stanley's desk. “Is she okay? You didn't do anything weird to your own wife, did you Jacob Hayden?” Stanley asked with a probing look. “What the hell am I doing? Do you think I will harm my pregnant wife?” Jacob gave Stanley a disapproving look.

“Are you done? You’re nothing but a charlatan. You think I’d believe your nonsense hypnosis? Did you drug her or harm her to make her lose her mind? Isabella was always emotionally stable.” Ezekiel replied calmly, “Believe what you will, but my words stand. Take your wife home and treat her well. If you can’t, then send her to Rainbow Bridge—that’s her final wish.” Nathan clenched his fists, veins popping as he glared at Ezekiel. “If I find out you’ve harmed her, I’ll make sure you rot in prison.” Ezekiel chuckled nonchalantly. “Mr. Hill, I assure you I haven’t hurt your wife in the slightest. The success of the hypnosis owes much to her active cooperation.”

I asked. “The man does not have a job. His wife is paying all the bills, and feeding him, yet he snuck a woman into their matrimonial bed.” He explained, and the man who he had released from the hypnosis he put him under, started to beg profusely, but he only made me irritated with him. “The lady is a best friend to the cheating man’s wife.” “What? She’s sleeping with her best friend’s husband.” “Exactly. You hungry?” He asked, and a smile curved my lip.