Body Swap Story Novels & Stories

I joined him a few moments later and slept all through the night until this dream woke me up. I went to the cabinet attached to the table and pulled out the book we obtained from the library. Apart from the pages I had fiddled on the day we got the book, I barely went through the material. The storm hit off and left me completely distracted. I went through the table of contents. Body Swap! There was a chapter dedicated to Body swaps in Chicago. I quickly got to the page and began to read through it. When I got to a particular point, my hands began to tremble.

Even if a man stripped naked and stood in front of her, she just had her bodyguards give him a beating before throwing him out. Eventually, everyone learned that the Reed family's heiress had eyes for only one man—me. … The day Savannah gave birth to our son, I realized I hadn't seen any comments in a long time. Maybe it was because the original plot had been totally derailed after Morgan, the male lead, was kicked out of the country. I didn't have the energy to dwell on it, though. When our son turned one year old, Steven passed away peacefully, and Savannah took over the Reed family.

“ Please stop believing in the impossible.” “ Just..” Sera cut in. “ Stop lecturing and just tell me the damn thing I do say about it.” The maid pulled back in surprise. The princess never talked like that. But just then, she slumped with tears in her eyes. “ You call it soul swapping.” “ Soul swapping?” She nodded. “ You've always believed in the impossible, like ghosts, wandering souls, swapping souls…” “ That swapping souls, tell me more about it.” “ You said that's when souls swap bodies, whereby one person's soul wakes up in another body.’

When it was time and we arrived at the place for the exchange, we parked the car beneath the abandoned building. Knowing we might be under constant surveillance, we dared not make any reckless moves. All we could do was repeatedly instruct Mom on what to do. She, in her muddled state, couldn't understand. She kept flashing a silly smile at me. Hope was on the verge of a breakdown, her fingers digging into Mom's shoulders as she barked, her eyes bloodshot. "When you go into that building, hand the money to the man with Melody. Do you hear me?" Mom didn't even flinch from the pain; she only looked at Hope in confusion.

Zoey said and we heard her groan. "So…?" "So I need my body back, bitch!" "Okay. Then?" "Let's meet up and swap our bodies back," she said and hung up. "You don't need to worry, Kathrina.. Caroline has told her to meet us at the woods later tonight. The body swapping will be reversed. You'll get your body and identity back," Zita said. "Yes. You just need to come to the woods by 9pm tonight, okay?" I nodded. "I think it's time then."

Another added with a smug tone, "Let me remind you, Serena. The Johanssen family has a reputation to uphold. Don't do anything inappropriate. Just because Maisie is sick doesn't mean you can swap her with a different child that you conceived with God knows who." How ironic. They didn't realize that the real swap had taken place ten years ago! "I didn't give birth to Maisie ten years ago. I had given birth to this boy here instead. When Maisie fell ill recently, I discovered that I wasn't a compatible bone marrow donor for her despite being her supposed birth mother. "In fact, we're not even genetically related. Yet my so-called best friend, Margaret Lonsdale, turned out to be a perfect match

Final. The whole swap was doing something to my nervous system that I did not have adequate language for. That was the explanation. That was the only explanation I was accepting. Three people in a penthouse, two souls in the wrong bodies, weeks of proximity and high stakes and the permanent sense of standing on a floor that might give way at any moment — of course my instincts were misfiring. Of course my wolf was confused. She was operating in conditions that pack biology had not prepared any of us for, in a situation where the man I was married to looked like someone else and the man I was supposed to find nothing more than inconvenient looked like my husband and every sensory cue she had

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.

Celine Sherman and I were supposed to get married on the same day. Three days before my wedding, by the uncanniest of coincidences, I found out that my fiancé, Andrew Hammond, intended to swap the two wedding cars intended for Celine and me, respectively. Celine was supposed to marry into the struggling and powerless Wright family, but Andrew planned to have me take her place. His words came as a huge shock to me, and it was something that I never would've seen coming.

My sleeve accidentally slipped down, revealing a strip of dark red fabric. Aunt Marguerite's sharp eyes caught it. She grabbed my wrist. "Why has this fabric changed color?" Someone pointed at my sleeve and shouted. "His Majesty once gifted special fabric that changes color when exposed to sleeping drugs." I had soaked that sleeve in the drug solution. Anyone with medical knowledge could tell with a single sniff. After hearing this, Aunt Marguerite fixed her piercing gaze on my stepmother. "Someone go fetch Physician Hartwell from the Royal Medical College to examine it."