Body Swap Novels & Stories

Taylor leaned closer to Dante, whispering something I couldn’t hear. But Dante’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?” “I don’t know,” Taylor replied, sounding defeated. His shoulders sagged. “She said she copied her. Then the swapped things. Can a person swap souls?” The knife slipped from my fingers and clattered against the floor. The sound echoed too loudly in my ears. My eyes widened, my heart skipping so hard it felt painful. Soul swapping. The words rang inside my head, over and over. Did she tell Taylor about it? Did she really say it out loud?

She deliberately slowed down her movements, exaggerating every gesture, fearing I wouldn't see clearly. Black spots appeared in my vision. That bottle of medication had cost me 500 dollars. I'd had it shipped from Gerbane, and it was a specialty drug meant to target altitude sickness. Each bottle contained ten pills, and each pill cost a small fortune. And yet, Erica was ingesting my life-saving pills like they were candy, deliberately rubbing the act in my face. Zayden held her steady. His face was full of sympathy.

Because there’s absolutely no way that I, a fully capable, somewhat organized adult, would inadvertently swap apartments with someone else. My fingers hover uncertainly over the keyboard, poised to blast off a furious email, but a response arrives before I can even start. “Hi there! Due to an error in our system, your housing arrangement has been temporarily swapped with another tenant, effective immediately. Please check the attached details. We apologize for the inconvenience!” Inconvenience? I meticulously plan everything. I triple-check contracts. I steer clear of random, last-minute “errors.” So, how in the world did my carefully arranged apartment just get lent out to some stranger?

My hands clamped down on his neck as I snarled, forcing his head backward with all my strength. "Shut up! Shut the hell up!" The man's neck arched as his eyes rolled back, his mouth hanging wide open. His face turned a deep red, then purple, swelling like a balloon on the verge of bursting. My vision blurred. The twisted face beneath me transformed into a smaller, more fragile one filled with pain and despair. She was so tiny, her frail limbs sprawled in an unnatural, broken position in a pool of blood. The faint twitching of her body grew weaker and weaker.

Geralda looked at me intensely. I nodded, according to what I had seen during my journey to the past dimension, my biological mother and father had intended to swap me with Alpha Felix and Luna Yelena's real daughter. "The baby swap has happened," Nicholas murmured, and I could hear him. "Rachel is being looked after by my birth mom and dad?" Geralda nodded. She snapped her fingers when my answer was correct. "Right." I took a deep breath. I continued what had been going through my mind.

I guess it's an occupational habit, but being a teacher, I’m very inquisitive, so I stated. “I don’t mean to sound ignorant or clueless, even though I might be, but I’ll ask anyway. You don’t mean couple swap? I know there are so many new terms and sayings for things these days, it's hard to keep up.” “Yes, that’s correct. There’s an app similar to a dating app for couples interested in doing a couple swap,” Sarah says. My brain froze in surprise. Gavin and Sarah noticed my expression. Things were dead silent for a second.

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."

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."

Right after my C-section, still groggy from the anesthesia, he held Finn and asked, "Jen thinks he looks like she did as a baby. Don't you agree?" Later, Melvin kept badgering me until I pulled some strings to get Jenny into the top kindergarten in Crestford. Looking back, it finally hit me. Had Melvin known who I really was all along? I hastily left my bank card, with access to millions, with my best friend and rushed home, clutching my bag. I combed through the bags and jewelry in my walk-in closet. My heart dropped. The Hermès bag I'd won at Pavrielle's auction—one of only five ever made—had been swapped for a fake. The embroidered pearl clutch I'd secured through royal connections in Len

Water mixed with peeled paint and ash. Christina threw up until there was only bile left. She nearly died.