Body Swap Novels & Stories

“She came from nothing. Nikolai picked her up and gave her family a share of the company. It was a mistake from the beginning. When she died, it broke my son. He became rude even to Betty, and she had to leave for a while. I’m glad she’s back. Now go speak to your father. Make this deal happen.” She left me standing there on the balcony, the breeze suddenly feeling colder. I went back inside, my mind spinning. I needed to get out of this house, even if it was just to Chloe’s father’s place. Maybe there I could find real answers about the body swap. I changed into something simple, packed a small bag I didn’t really need, and went downstairs. One of the drivers

“Yes, Mommy. Isn’t this car awesome? Daddy gave me apple juice!” Daddy. I turned my gaze to the man beside me, the one who was holding me—Alpha Alaric. His expression was unreadable, eyes fixed ahead. I pulled away from him, pressing myself against the door. “What is going on? Where are you taking us?” He glanced at me briefly. “To my home. We need to get started on the paperwork.” “Paperwork?” I echoed. “What paperwork?” His Beta, who was driving, glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Ms. Spencer, six years ago, your biological daughter, Ella, and Alpha Alaric’s daughter were switched at birth.”

"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.

My wolf rose in me, not in protest, but in reverence. She was ready. I followed, repeating the phrases as best I could. My voice shook, but Kingston didn’t flinch. He nodded with every word, guiding me through it. Then came the exchange of blood. He took a ceremonial blade from the nightstand—small, silver-edged—and gently cut his palm. The scent of his blood filled the room: rich, metallic, and familiar. He held out his hand, and I took it, slicing my own and ignoring the bright sting. It would all be worth it.

Hidden against the black background on the back, I finally noticed a line of dark red text. "Still troubled by the one you love not returning your affection? Burn our special incense in the censer, focus on the person you want to become, and pray with devotion. After 81 days, you will be able to swap bodies with them. Note: This method only works when your target is plagued by misfortune." The next morning, Sia paid me back for the bedsheet and took the censer with her. She carefully unwrapped it, placed it reverently by her bed, and eagerly lit the incense to begin her prayers.

the girl said walking up and standing beside me "it doesn't change anything, you're in my body and I'm in yours" I squinted my eyes "Alexis" "bingo" she said while walking out of the bathroom she sat on the chair beside the bed and I just stood in the middle of the floor "but how how can we just switch bodies, whats going on" "your guess is as good as mine, all I know is I woke up to your sniffling mom and inside your body" she crossed her arms "scared the shit out of me" I started to pace the floor "what was the last the you remember"

A love never forgotten’. SEQUEL TO THE ALPHA’S SWAPPED BRIDE. THE LOVE STORY OF STEPHANIE AND MATHEW WITH A LITTLE ADITION TO THEIR FAMILY, A SWEET BABY GIRL. THE JOURNEY OF ENZO AFTER THE DEATH OF SHANE. COMING SOON!!!!

“There’s something I also want to say.” He looked at me with a confused expression and I sighed. Almost immediately, his expression changed followed by him drawing nearer to me to offer me a warmer and more comforting look. He doubted him knowing what exactly I wanted to talk about but regardless, he was willing to listen to me. He could probably tell how much I hesitated to say it as he nudged me gently and persuaded me to speak up. “What’s it?” He looked at me. “Is it something serious?” “Well,” I swallowed them with a final nod, gathered all the courage I could ever need and spoke up. “Do you want us to find a way to swap bodies and return things to how they originally were?”

He leads me past the VIP entrance, and at the gate, another man similarly dressed takes my bags and my hand. "Do si do," he nods and I smile as a girl steps around him to take the waiting gentleman's arm. Micah has turned our wedding getaway into one big square dance, across several airports, all of us changing places as we go until we return to our original partner. But with twelve of us out there, how many swaps am I going to make before I find my Micah again?

Cynthia shoved the cart aside, grabbed the prepped stillborn from the refrigerated drawer, same weight, same dark hair, cord blood smeared for authenticity, and sprinted back upstairs. Twenty-one seconds. Tunnel was cold, damp, lit by red emergency strips. I ran, boots silent on concrete, my son pressed tight against my heart. Loading dock doors cracked open. Voronin’s van idling, back doors yawning. I slid inside. We were moving before I even caught my breath. Cynthia’s voice in the earpiece, calm and lethal: “Swap complete. Catalina has the stillborn. She’s… breaking. Gavriil just entered the room.”