Age Swap Stories Novels & Stories

“Oh come on! You’ve had history at school, same as everyone else! Surely you must have been expecting it?” I’m thrown by that one. “Why would I possibly have been expecting it?” “Oh my goddess, Alicia! If you maybe took half an interest in our kingdom, you’d be more informed. It’s been 200 years! It’s time for the next bride swap, and… duh! There are only two princesses who are eligible for it.” Wtf? Bride swap? I vaguely remember something about the 200-year bride swap being taught as part of our history lessons as I wrestle the Long Island Iced Tea back out of Darren’s clutches. He is looking at me like I’m a simpleton he needs to educate.

"I know you are confused but that is the truth and I do not know how that came to be but this is happening. I am Lucienne Gray and the last thing that happened to me was falling into a sewage hole and when I opened my eyes, here I am in this body" "I am really dead, you are going crazy Miss. Cherry" Diana cried out, not particularly for Cherry but for herself, she could not imagine what would be done to her if it was found out that Cherry was mentally ill now, as she thought. "I am not going crazy!" "Are you playing this trick so you can escape the arranged marriage?" Diana asked. "Arranged marriage? What arranged marriage?" Lucienne asked. "No, I can not bear this. I have to go tell the oth

She sipped on her soup as she hurled insults at me. "You got my son killed and birthed a worthless brat in return! You're not getting any of this soup!" This happened on the day my daughter was born. Had I been reborn? I remembered just moments ago, the child who I'd painstakingly raised had unplugged my oxygen supply and then chatted away with the nanny happily. It was then I'd discovered my child had been swapped shortly after birth. I'd died in agony, filled with betrayal and despair. At present, Doris flung her spoon into the thermal container and slammed it onto the bedside table.

"I don't understand what you mean, Melanie. The whole nation envies you for marrying a man like him. You have a net worth people can only dream of, and life's perfect for you. I'd never set you up." She darted ahead and grabbed my sleeve. "Don't play dumb with me! He married you in our previous lives! You knew he was a monster, but you were waiting for me to step right into it! You didn't tell me anything! You knew! You knew!" I flung her hand away and sneered. "Ah, so you finally get it. You're not the only one reborn with memories." … In my previous life, I kindly made a bowl of meatball stew for Jonathan. He was a vagrant back then.

She deliberately tilted her neck, making sure I could see the marks on her skin. “Jane, Noah is really amazing. “Even if I didn’t get the necklace today, I’ll still get pregnant with a Zillmann family heir very soon.” In her mind, she said, 'Damn it, that hurt so much. Why didn’t this b*tch tell me Noah hits people while doing that?!' Amelia had made pregnancy sound far too simple. Noah was a playboy. He drank and smoked constantly, and he had plenty of bad habits. Long ago, he had already ruined his health.

Yet the very next day, Dad's company went bankrupt, and we were forced to move into this suffocating 100-square-foot apartment. To help pay off their debts, I worked three jobs a day, driving myself to such extreme exhaustion that I could fall asleep standing up. However, it wasn't until this afternoon, when I went to get the hearing aid from that massive villa, that I found out about Mom and Dad's other home. If that young woman was their daughter, then who was I? I had even heard that woman complain coaxingly as I walked away, dispirited. "So, when are you going to tell that peasant the truth?"

"Calm down. Even the nurse said you gave birth to a girl. What else is there to doubt?" Mom stared straight at him. "Do you not believe me either? Don't you remember what happened in our previous life? That jinx killed our daughter!" Dad's expression shifted slightly. They'd had a poor-quality embryo during a previous pregnancy and were forced to abort it. If the one who survived in their previous life was their son, then this time... He lowered his head to look at Juliette. If the one who died in their past life was their daughter, who exactly was this girl who survived?

"If the system is real, then go ahead and trade your healthy body with your sister." My mom's cold laugh rang out beside me, and in that moment, I finally realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, I'd decided to test the system and chosen the swap in my mind. The next second, all of Erica Jenkins' injuries transferred onto me. The burned half of her face, the blindness in one eye, and even the limp in her leg became mine. Meanwhile, her face instantly returned to normal. She and Mom were ecstatic, yet neither of them cared how I felt.

"The engagement is officially off." "No!" Zayden lunged for the bin, attempting to take back the ring. However, the bin was full of blood-stained bandages and used needles. As soon as he reached into the bin with his bare hand, the needles pricked him bloody. "You can't do this, Noelle!" The diamond ring was nestled in his palm. Tears and snot ran down his face. "We grew up together! You can't abandon me because of an outsider!" "An outsider?" A derisive chuckle escaped me. "Zayden, Erica's an outsider, and so am I. Also, you abandoned me first."

Another added with a smug tone, "Let me remind you, Serena. The Johanssen family has a reputation to uphold. Don't do anything inappropriate. Just because Maisie is sick doesn't mean you can swap her with a different child that you conceived with God knows who." How ironic. They didn't realize that the real swap had taken place ten years ago! "I didn't give birth to Maisie ten years ago. I had given birth to this boy here instead. When Maisie fell ill recently, I discovered that I wasn't a compatible bone marrow donor for her despite being her supposed birth mother. "In fact, we're not even genetically related. Yet my so-called best friend, Margaret Lonsdale, turned out to be a perfect match