Body Swap App Novels & Stories

"Henry still thinks that I'm you! Do you have any idea how disgusting it is having to listen to him call me by your name? He's mine! So why is he still calling your name?" I lowered my gaze. My voice turned cold as I said, "Back then, you were the one who suggested to Mom that she drug me unconscious so you could take my place in marrying Henry, weren't you?" Diana froze up for a second before gripping my wrist violently. "So what if you know about the truth? Henry loves me, not an ugly woman like you! "I'll get straight to the point. My son's kidney is failing, and your daughter's kidney is a perfect match for him!

Friends told me they'd seen Jayden strutting through designer boutiques, and my phone was filled with photos they'd sent of his lavish lifestyle: a watch, a new car, another watch. I neither blocked nor replied. It was all comedy to me—how lost they were without the Devin Group. The third, biggest rebate never came. Overnight, both the scheme and Sophie vanished. Jayden's company teetered on bankruptcy, the money they had once earned through us long gone, replaced by a mountain of debt. The next morning, Jayden showed up at my door, his face gray and hollow. When I stepped out, fresh from a business meeting, he forced what he must have thought was a charming smile.

I was a grown woman—was I supposed to not survive without a man? But my cousin, Sarah Cameron... she couldn't. In our last lives, she married Blake, and the two of them were trapped in a lifetime of misunderstanding because of someone else. She was the gentlest soul you could meet, and even she couldn't escape being worn down by him. So this time, after being reborn, I looked at Sarah's worried face, her furrowed brow, and started packing without hesitation. "Sarah, I'll marry Blake. John Ridgewood might not look like much, but he's got a good temper. You two should be able to make it work."

’ Mary asked. ‘Well since our lovely Eira wants to forever carry children for strangers, I found the perfect app for it.’ Eira scoffed giving them a pointed look. ‘What app?’ Fatima asked placing her chin on Bushra’s shoulder. ‘It’s called a Surrogate App, you just fill in your bio with your surrogacy history and they help you find a client. Sort of like a dating app, the only difference is that you wait for them to message you first inquiring about it. Then you set up a meeting, and well the rest goes from there.’ Bushra explained. And, so began the fascination for the app. She was able to create an account and fill in the most important details, and even added a few pictures of herself. It

“ there is no way back so give up the thought and accept your fate” My world fell hearing her say there was no way back! NO that can’t be. There has to be a way back. I need to talk to Sandra. She must have a way found a way. but how do I do that? my clock was left back at…….. Just as I was thinking on how to contact Sandra Grace spoke up “ I need my clock back” The clock! Now it was my turn to smile “ tell me Grace! The person you switched bodies with is sister of John? right!”

As my back slammed into the hard marble tabletop, the pain left me unable to get up for a moment. The middle-aged man coughed harshly, trying to catch his breath. His voice was hoarse and laced with fury as he spat curses. Unsatisfied, he approached again and delivered a heavy kick to my abdomen. I curled up, my face contorted in agony. It felt as if all my internal organs had been displaced. "Take a good look at the report." He threw two documents from the coffee table onto my face, his gaze from above filled with disgust and disdain as if I were some filthy creature. "My job here is done. I'll take my leave."

As ability users grew stronger, it was becoming increasingly difficult to trap them effortlessly with a spatial portal. In the future, there would no doubt be more methods—stronger methods—to escape. But not today. Today, Gunnr would die. Ray snorted softly. He tossed a small stone toward the spatial portal, then activated spatial swap. Gunnr swapped positions with the stone. Spatial swap could only swap positions—it couldn't alter an object's original motion. The stone continued falling into the portal, while Gunnr remained with his wings already inside it. Only now, his feet were no longer on the ground.

All you ever do is cause me trouble. Marcus tightly gripped my wrist. He only let go long after we got back into the car. The entire ride, I tried listening to his thoughts. However, no matter how hard I tried, there was never a single sound inside his mind. Once we arrived at the docks, Marcus stood by the sea breeze while workers opened the cargo boxes one by one for inspection. Quietly, I stepped closer and leaned over to look inside the crates, too. 'No way they’ll notice the cargo got soaked. I stuffed so much absorbent floral foam under the crates. By the time they figure it out, we’ll already have the money and be long gone.

"Sorry, everyone. It looks like I'll be changing brides today." He sounded almost proud of himself. "My maid of honor, Talia Cross, surpasses Elise in every aspect. She's prettier, hotter, and better overall. You're all my witnesses. Elise and I are over. And let me be clear—I'll never take her back even if she begs me to forgive her." I said nothing as I looked at his smug face, my smile deepening with each ridiculous word pouring out of his mouth. Whispers immediately erupted through the crowd.

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.