Body Swap App Novels & Stories

My sleeve accidentally slipped down, revealing a strip of dark red fabric. Aunt Marguerite's sharp eyes caught it. She grabbed my wrist. "Why has this fabric changed color?" Someone pointed at my sleeve and shouted. "His Majesty once gifted special fabric that changes color when exposed to sleeping drugs." I had soaked that sleeve in the drug solution. Anyone with medical knowledge could tell with a single sniff. After hearing this, Aunt Marguerite fixed her piercing gaze on my stepmother. "Someone go fetch Physician Hartwell from the Royal Medical College to examine it."

(Alicia) When I say nothing more Darren clears his throat, looking uncomfortable. “What is it? I know that look, just spill!” I say, not wanting to deal with his dramatics today. “Alicia, there’s something you need to know about this bride swap. Something disturbing,” he starts and I cock an eyebrow at him as a prompt to continue. He shifts uncomfortably on his chair and starts playing with the cocktail umbrella. “Throughout history, it’s never really ended well for any of the couples. Especially not when there was a werewolf-elf matchup.”

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.

"What's wrong, Cindy? Are you feeling sick?" When she looked up in his arms, Julia was wearing her own face once again. Norman recoiled in shock, shoving Julia away. "Julia? Cindy? What's happening?" Julia was just as confused. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Norman opened the letter that came with the divorce certificate with trembling hands. [Norman, I don't know why, but Julia and I swapped bodies. Maybe you should ask her. But I know everything you did to her and to me these past few days. You disgust me.

"You are right" "Perhaps if we can get the both of you together, you can swap souls again and Miss. Cherry would be back in her body" "We have to keep this a secret until we get back your body. No one should know about this or else, we might even be in danger. We'd better not cause any ruckus and just settle things" Diana mumbled. "Then let's go get my body right away, it must still be in the sewage hole... Gosh, my body" the thoughts of her body in a sewage made her cringe.

We had struggled through thick and thin, and just this year, our company had finally started to hit its stride, with revenues crossing the 10-million mark. What a "true love" she had—coming back only when our company became successful! Just as I was thinking this, the screen flickered again, revealing two new lines of text. [The soul-swap system has been activated. You may designate two individuals to swap souls. [Available subjects: Declan, Camilla. Do you wish to swap their souls? Yes. No.] I couldn't wait to see what would happen once the "dream girl" got a taste of Declan's life—his body, his wealth. I'd love to see if she still believed in "true love" then.

When it buzzed again, I glanced down, expecting spam, or worse—my mother. But it wasn’t spam. It was Eric. > Eric Thompson: Hey. That fake date rescue? Still thinking about it. Want to grab a drink? I stared at it so long my screen dimmed. Then I blinked, locked the phone, unlocked it, and stared some more. No way. Eric Thompson, the fling I accidentally fake-dated in public, wanted to have a real drink? Nope. Not happening. I shoved my phone face-down on the desk. And that’s exactly when Jenna walked in.

"Hey, is the missus coming after you?" Derek muttered to the room, "Relax. She's just being dramatic." Then I heard Riley's voice, close to the phone. "Is she upset? Should I explain? I really didn't mean to steal her project—the organizers came to me—" "Nothing to do with you. I bid lower. They went with the better offer." My stomach dropped. My colleague had said Derek had stolen the project, but he hadn't done it under the Robner Group. It was a brand-new floral studio called Riley's Bloom.

I had no other choice but to call Gemma for help, but she and Leon had been busy celebrating the hundreds of millions of dollars in dividends they were about to receive. In the end, I had been beaten to death in the dead of winter. Right before I lost consciousness, I had heard a cold, robotic voice. "Dalton Brown has lost all vital signs. Removing target from the exchange system…" The agony of the steel pipes shattering my bones had still been coursing through my body, and my whole body had gone cold. In this life, I was determined to figure out exactly how Leon had swapped everything with me! I swore I would never let history repeat itself!

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.