Body Swap Story Novels & Stories

" I hit the gas and drove off. I returned the gift, went back to my apartment, and packed my things. Now all I had to do was wait for the appointment—then I'd be moving in with my new groom. After dinner, one of my studio colleagues called. I braced myself, thinking she was going to tell me we'd lost money on canceled wedding flowers. I was about to say I'd cover it—but she was crying. "Ms. Powell, what do we do? The national floral exhibition project—Derek stole it. They bid half our price. "But the flowers are already on the way. If we lose the deal, we eat the cost ourselves. That's easily over a million…"

“Noah, I can’t take it anymore. Marcus is too cold. The dock incident almost went wrong because of me. He got angry and won’t even let me touch him… “Can you help me? I just want someone to rely on. Someone I can survive within the Zillmann family…” Noah raised his brows slightly, took my hand, and kissed the back of it. He paused deliberately, then looked up at me teasingly before pulling me into his arms. I forced down the disgust in my heart, trembling as I pretended to sob in his embrace, while slipping a miniature microphone into his suit jacket. “Tomorrow, help me with one thing. Once it’s done, you’ll be the new Donna Zillmann of the Zillmann family, and I’ll be your new support.”

Zacharias sold whatever valuables he had and wrote to his family just to take out a loan. In the end, he gathered 500 dollars and gave it to Christina. Christina married John, and she looked glamorous. Once we got married, I gave Zacharias an IOU and told him I'd pay him back. "You don't have to." He tore the IOU apart. "Money's not important. Sometimes a harder life works wonders for a scholar." He turned on the lamp and started reading, his face unreadable. I stared at his profile and was reminded of his end in my previous life.

Back then, I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. I then sent the money back to Rose, and we quickly got back together. Was she trying to use this as some kind of compensation for me, again? She seemed to have forgotten that for someone who had been hurt, gestures like this never meant anything—they only eased the giver's conscience. Without hesitation, I transferred the money back. Almost immediately, the transfer failed—Rose had closed the account. I was wondering what to do next when a friend messaged me. We ended up chatting for a while, and by the time we were done, it was late. I let it slip from my mind.

I squirm out of Vincent's grasp, catching a trace of sickly sweet scent lingering around him—one that isn’t mine at all. "While it's true that the Moonlake pack is going to form a bonding alliance with the Brownstone pack, my future mate isn't necessarily you." ... I stared at the soda can tab that Vincent Sawyer, my future mate, had slid onto my finger. For a long time, I couldn't utter a word. The loud music and the sounds of chatter, which made up the boisterous atmosphere, died down instantly. The guests' murmurs soon filled the room. "What's that? It looks like a can tab…"

" As I spoke, I raised my fist and waved it at Clara. The sight of my energetic display made Clara smile through her tears. "Alright. I'll swap mates with you." Honestly speaking, I wasn't sure if my choice was correct. But one thing was for sure—I definitely didn't want my life to turn out like the one I had gone through in my previous life. In my previous life, I could never get along with Oliver. I disliked him for being a smooth-talking bastard, while he despised me for not being feminine enough. Our days were filled with nothing but arguments. In less than a year, we severed our mate bond.

She struggled to get up, her eyes staring venomously at the car that was already out of sight. … Jason started asking around for me after his return, but no one knew of my whereabouts. As usual, he scrolled through his phone, trying to find the faintest trace of me online. Suddenly, a livestream notification popped up, and his eyes flew wide open. … Everything felt unreal as I watched the crowd bustle around, engaged in conversations and clinking glasses. Ever since Frank first brought me back to the Lawrent residence, Cassandra had repeatedly invited me back. With her strong support pushing us closer, what was initially an act turned into reality—we ended up becoming a real couple.

My husband stared at the video sent by his assistant, his disbelief evident as he turned to me. "All this time, you were upset with me, insisting on returning to your family while pregnant was all because they were causing trouble behind the scenes! Fiona, this is outrageous! And no matter what, Sharon is still their wife and daughter-in-law!" I lowered my gaze, watching his angry expression in silence. They had done far worse. In my previous life, to ensure Brian and Sharon had an heir after her infertility, they swapped my daughter for Sharon’s tumor. The thought made my eyes drift to the tiny bundle in the bassinet. My daughter slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling softly.

The male lead I picked out, James Linden, doesn't love me anymore. He's broken away from the and has fallen in love with the secondary female lead, Yvette West. On the day of our wedding, he insists on making things official with her. "You've gone mad, James! We arranged your marriage to Mia with the Churchill family ages ago!" James' father, Jack Linden, yells angrily at him. He attempts to stop James, but the latter has already gotten carried away and is poised to escape alongside Yvette. I sigh as I listen to the system clamoring in my ears, informing me that the romance between the male and female leads has been ruined. "Then, let's just choose another male lead," I say tiredly, l

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?