Novel & Cerita Body Swap

] [SUBJECT #3 AND THE ORIGINAL ARE BOTH DETECTED AS: LIVING. The original Zora Vane’s heart hadn't stopped in Johannesburg. The Will-Execution Protocol had been triggered because her brainwaves had dropped to zero, but she hadn't died—she had swapped. The moment I shoved the blood-stained folder into the Director’s face, the "Sovereign-Merge" hadn't just downloaded the data into the aunt; it had pulled the original woman’s consciousness out of her dying body and dropped it straight into the Unborn Child inside my womb.

I've been reborn. I've gone back to the morning when my sister, Tilda Archer, and I sit in the Werewolf Council Hall, waiting to choose our mates. In my previous life, Tilda throws herself at Mike Pierson, a promising young Alpha of the Pierson pack, while I'm paired with Phil Pierson, a nobody from a lesser branch of the pack. But just after Tilda is marked by Mike, he leads his warriors to the border. Not long after, word comes back that he has been killed in battle. Meanwhile, Phil rises to power amid the bloodshed and chaos, eventually becoming the Alpha who rules over wolves across the entire wasteland. Without the Alpha's protection, Tilda endures endless contempt and torment withi

A few days later, Mom showed up outside my office building. "Elisa, you knew, didn't you?" I paused while stirring my coffee. "Knew what?" "Don't play dumb. You figured out a long time ago that your exam scores and job were swapped with Poppy’s. I underestimated you." I did not respond. She continued talking on her own. "You're ruthless. You deliberately found James to trick us." I remained silent. She changed tactics. "But Elisa, here's what you don't know. Even though each host of the system only gets three swaps, the system passes on when the host dies.

I sprinted across the street, throwing Tim’s heavy body onto the pavement as I slid on my knees beside my fallen frame. “Tim! Tim, open your eyes!” I sobbed, Tim’s massive hands shaking violently as I gently cradled my own pale, bruised face. A thin streak of dark blood trickled from my hairline, and my body was trembling, gasping for air in tiny, painful wheezes. “Stella...” Tim groaned, my squeaky voice coming out fractured and weak. His brown eyes flickered open, filled with tears as he looked up at me. “I’m... I’m sorry... I ruined... your body...”

Three years later, Joe Bloomberg—Mom and Dad's supposed "creditor"—found the best ENT specialist to perform ear surgery on me. Now, my hearing had mostly recovered. Back then, he had come to Seaview City on vacation and happened to run into my parents, who asked him to play the role of a creditor. They told him they had a deeply troubled, difficult child and wanted him to help them put on a show to scare some sense into me. It wasn't until later that Joe realized he had been misled into helping the wrong people. Ever since, he had been looking for a way to make amends.

“Do not let anyone find out what happened. You can introduce yourself as Sofia, we just told them we had a daughter but we didn’t inform them about her.” I nodded. “Pretend,” was the only other word my father could say before the door got pulled open. He retraced his hand then slipped open. I reached for the door handle beside me, pushed the door open and climbed down. I had to turn around the car before I met them. I stood few inches apart, trying to not make the gap between us too noticeable. An older man stood with a wide smile. His eyes lightened up when he saw me. He held out his hand and I took it.

"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.

" You can say that or you can say that I and Jordan teamed up and had yours and Easton's souls swapped into the body of Violet and Ace when they were just babies. Those babies were too weak and couldn't surive so Jodan and I took those babies to the witch named Amelia. A very trustworthy witch and had yours and Easton's souls swapped through the magic. It was impossible to swap the sould but fortunately when you guys died you wished to return for your revenge and reunite with one another. Hence, why you are alive and in this new body. It's time for you to return, mistress. Your kingdom needs you. We need you.

She hastily recounted, "I swapped the babies myself. You were in the hospital room at that time, and when you were discharged the next day, the baby you took was mine!" I looked at her without a trace of grief and replied, "Yes, you swapped the babies." "Then why..." Finally, Christine realized the horrifying possibility. Her face, weathered by time and hatred, filled with terror. She clutched her chest and heaved violently. "Lana, you…" Next to her, Doris fell to the floor in bewilderment. I spoke slowly. "Christine, you thought you were smooth. However, I already knew about the swap. I swapped the babies back the very same day."

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!