Body Swap Writing Novels & Stories

" 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.

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.

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.

Sonja's POV: The so-called blood exchange operation, as it literally means, was to draw all the blood from Hannah's body into my body, and the blood of my body draw into hers. In fact, my body could accept Hannah's blood normally. But only God knows whether she could accept my blood or not. But I didn't care - come on, who cared if she lives or dies? Only Abraham would be foolish enough to believe I was doing this for him, for the pack - of course, I didn't mean to look down on him, it's fine. He better never know what was my real thought, or I was going to get a serious trouble.