Age Swap Stories Novels & Stories

She was my only family. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself. "Promise me you won't scream when I tell you what's going on," I said, my voice barely a whisper. Liv's eyes widened, a mixture of confusion and concern flickering across her face. "What's going on?" I closed my eyes, waiting for a moment before finally speaking, releasing the words if wanted to say to someone since this whole swap started days ago, "I swapped places with Ashton," I confessed. The silence that followed my confession was so thick, a knife wouldn't be able to cut through it. Liv's face slowly turned pale, her eyes wide with shock. She blinked rapidly as if trying to process the information.

" I hit the gas and drove off. I returned the gift, went back to my apartment, and packed my things. Now all I had to do was wait for the appointment—then I'd be moving in with my new groom. After dinner, one of my studio colleagues called. I braced myself, thinking she was going to tell me we'd lost money on canceled wedding flowers. I was about to say I'd cover it—but she was crying. "Ms. Powell, what do we do? The national floral exhibition project—Derek stole it. They bid half our price. "But the flowers are already on the way. If we lose the deal, we eat the cost ourselves. That's easily over a million…"

Summary: Pete, 19-year-old virgin guy who is left home alone when his parents go away. He thinks he’s going to have a relaxing time with the house all to himself. But then, a new neighbor moves in. Sophie, mid-thirties. The new neighbor. A glamorous, hot, older woman. Pete sees her out of his window and instantly begins fantasizing about her. But then, she knocks at the door and asks him to help her with her unpacking. And when he gets round there, things quickly turn physical between the two of them.

I'm the head cheerleader for the Westbrook High football team. I couldn't walk through the front gate without a crowd closing in around me, and one candid photo could set the entire school message board on fire. Then I woke up one morning inside the body of the two-hundred-pound girl in my class, the one everybody called ugly. Our souls had traded places. She sent me a message. [Your good days are over, Corinna Vale.] [And let me be clear, this swap is permanent. From today on, everything people ever envied you for belongs to me!] [As for you, go rot in that body for me!] But I looked at the girl in the mirror and laughed out loud. She had only seen the shine on the outside. She had no idea

My husband stared at the video sent by his assistant, his disbelief evident as he turned to me. "All this time, you were upset with me, insisting on returning to your family while pregnant was all because they were causing trouble behind the scenes! Fiona, this is outrageous! And no matter what, Sharon is still their wife and daughter-in-law!" I lowered my gaze, watching his angry expression in silence. They had done far worse. In my previous life, to ensure Brian and Sharon had an heir after her infertility, they swapped my daughter for Sharon’s tumor. The thought made my eyes drift to the tiny bundle in the bassinet. My daughter slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling softly.

I looked up, the smoke curling around me, and saw my elderly mother sitting by the coffee table, carefully peeling an apple. She was only in her 60s, but years of hardship left her skin sagging and wrinkled, her face and hands resembling dry, cracked bark. From time to time, she would glance at the small stool by her feet and grin. Her cloudy eyes were murky like stagnant water. In her hoarse, barely audible voice, she murmured, "Hunter, I'm peeling an apple for you. Apples are good—nutritious. Eat them, and you'll get smarter…"

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

“How many weeks has it been? I gave you enough money. If you used it properly, you wouldn’t need my help now.” “Please, just listen,” I begged, my voice cracking. “I was shot that day I left the house. I died. But when I woke up, I was in someone else’s body. I’m married to the man who shot me. It’s a lot. I don’t know what to do. I’ve been trying to reach Blue but she’s not answering. Please, come get me out of here.” The line went silent for a moment. Then Frederick burst out laughing. “You’ve finally gone crazy. You miss me so much that you’re making up wild stories now? Switching bodies? Really, June?”

"That agreement's a load of crap! Nat's the one we've doted on since we were kids, Mom. Who do these maids think they are, laying their hands on her?" Natalie, the fake heiress, immediately wrapped her arms around Ethan's leg. "Eth, I thought Nev was a little angel. And little angels can fly. Eth, don't be mad at Mom. If you really want to blame someone, blame me for being a silly baby!" I felt so disgusted that I almost threw up the milk I had just drunk. [She's 18 years old, and she dares to call herself a baby in front of me, an actual baby? Is she missing a brainstem, or did a zombie chew it off?]

I probably looked crazy and drenched. Then I blinked repeatedly to wave away the sweat that stuck to my lashes. I couldn’t even control my smile because it wavered. Sweating was a trait I got from my father. I hated that I shared something with him. Then she saw me. The maid turned and I could identify her to be Miss Angela; a middle-aged woman with smile lines and rough hands. She wore an apron that shaped the size of her breasts. Even if she didn’t intently show it, there was no way to hide it. It was large and of course, it caught my dad’s attention one too many times.