Novel & Cerita Age Swap Stories

In the end, the tears, which I had been utterly unable to shed in the presence of the Johnson family, now erupted in a torrent. I genuinely believed I was meant to live an insignificant life, unloved and unwanted. Yet, meeting Ms. Zimmerman changed everything, and receiving that container of chicken noodle soup solidified it. It turned out that there was someone out there who actually remembered my chronic stomach issues. It turned out I was worthy of being loved.

Anger and disgust were apparent on my face. "You don't understand, do you? I told you that our bonding ceremony is canceled, and we're no longer affiliated with each other! If there's something wrong with your comprehension, you should schedule a visit with a healer! "I admit that while I did want to get someone to pretend to form a bond with, I ended up meeting my fated mate! He's a lot better than you, that's for sure! "I'm slowly falling in love with him. Not to mention, I've already formed a mate bond with him! As for you, Vincent Sawyer… You and I are no longer together!"

"I choose the storage space system this time!" That was the first thing I heard when I woke up. The hurried voice of my sister, Christina Lawson. My body should be screaming in pain, but it was not. It was then, realization struck me. I was reborn. In my previous life, my sister and I unlocked our own systems. The setting? The nation decades ago. My parents had spoiled my sister rotten since she was young. She picked the best cheat, the learning system. Eventually, she married the village's most famous intellectual and had a bright future ahead of her.

That was because I knew she wasn't truly seeking forgiveness. She had made another deal with the system. All she needed was for me to say I didn't blame her or that I wasn't angry anymore, and she'd be able to swap our weights again in an instant. I also learned that our weights couldn't be changed once the system locked in a new body weight. That meant she would never gain her weight back, no matter how much she ate. She would be stuck looking like a half-starved, barely human stick figure forever. The thought almost made me smile.

I've been reborn. I've gone back to the morning when my sister, Tilda Archer, and I sit in the Werewolf Council Hall, waiting to choose our mates. In my previous life, Tilda throws herself at Mike Pierson, a promising young Alpha of the Pierson pack, while I'm paired with Phil Pierson, a nobody from a lesser branch of the pack. But just after Tilda is marked by Mike, he leads his warriors to the border. Not long after, word comes back that he has been killed in battle. Meanwhile, Phil rises to power amid the bloodshed and chaos, eventually becoming the Alpha who rules over wolves across the entire wasteland. Without the Alpha's protection, Tilda endures endless contempt and torment withi

The post had been updated. Mom was crying online again, saying her younger daughter got framed while her older daughter was jealous, bitter, and cruel. Then that same commenter popped up again. [LindaKnowsBest: Then say she's mentally unstable. Claim she was terrified her prettier younger sister would steal her husband, so she set the whole thing up on purpose.] [LindaKnowsBest: Make the medical records and chat logs look legit.] Mom replied almost instantly. [Thank you! I'll do it right away!]

It was my 22nd birthday party and my engagement party with Conrad. Maybe God wanted to give me a second chance; in the blink of an eye, I was reborn. Not only was I alive, but I was back at the age of 22. This year, Harmon International was thriving, and my father had made it into the top ten on the Forbes list. This year, Conrad and I were still not engaged. "Of course, she's having a headache," someone behind me chimed in with a tone of malicious glee. "Yesterday, Conrad admitted in front of the media that the little secretary is his girlfriend."

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

"What is this? How is this possible? Weren't you carrying triplets?" "Did someone swap the three babies?" The moment I walked in, all three men turned on me. Quinn rushed up to me. "Fiona, you were jealous that Jennifer gave birth to triplets, so you planned this. You swapped them out with this thing. I thought you'd actually changed for the better, but you were just waiting for the chance to steal our children." Grayson pointed at me and cursed. "I've never met anyone as vicious as you. Not only did you steal the babies, but you even replaced them with this cursed thing to frighten us."