Book Switched At Birth Novels & Stories

Back at the Hamilton mansion, Ava stormed into James’ study, holding the baby. “This isn’t my child.” James blinked. “Ava… what are you saying?” “He doesn’t have the birthmark. He won’t eat the same way. He doesn’t even react to my scent anymore. I know my baby and this isn’t him.” James frowned, gently taking the child and examining his skin. “No birthmark,” he confirmed. Ava’s hands were shaking. “They switched him. At the hospital. While we were distracted…” James’s face darkened. “If this is true, we need to act immediately.”

"My parents bought it for me when I got into college." I stood there for a while as I processed this. Then, I said, "I hate rich people." He chuckled. "Come on, don't be like that. What's mine is yours, right? The place is cleaned regularly, so we can move in today… If you don't mind, of course." I shook my head vigorously. "Of course, I don't mind!" "Let's head to your dorm so you can pack your things, then." "Okay!" As I dragged Nathan to my dorm, my phone rang in my bag. I pulled it out. "Hi, Mom. What's up?"

From the balcony, one could see the distant snow-capped mountains. "Mom, do you like it?" she asked. "I love it." "We'll live here from now on—a fresh start." Finn ran around the living room. "Lyra, which room is mine?" "Over there, the one with the wolf-head carving on the wall." "Yay! I have my own room." That evening, we lit a bonfire in the yard and ate roasted meat. The communication crystal played a news report. The plague was gradually being contained, and trade routes across the continent were reopening.

What did I have to do with it? Before I could explain, Sarah grabbed me and dragged me to the car, not caring how much I resisted. At the hospital, my mother dropped to her knees in front of me. Her face was twisted with desperate, pleading love for Lucas. "Please," she begged. "I'm begging you. Let Sarah go. Give her to Lucas. He's suffered so much." Watching my mother's blatant favoritism, my chest still ached with a dull, familiar pain. If anyone deserves pity, it's me. I was the one switched at birth. I grew up clawing my way through life in the countryside.

All it would take would be a singular lapse in judgment; a singular moment out of control. “I need to get going,” she says. “But if you want my honest opinion?” I nod my head, furious with myself that I still want to hear what she has to say. She pauses at the door, breathes deeply, then says: “Yes. Yes, I believe that in the early hours after his birth, he was injected with an infusion of blood from someone outside of your family. I believe that he was changed, likely because the transfusion was new, unmonitored, and likely overwhelming for a newborn. I believe it changed him fundamentally, propelling him on a developmental trajectory unknown and uncharted. I believe it’s a miracle he’s hal

Me and myself. I managed to pull myself up and reached for the pocket of the jacket I'm wearing. The book Justin gave, The First Born is inside. "You know, you really gave me a headache" I said looking at the book in my hands. Even after thinking about it on the diners and through my way home last night, I'm still confused and somewhat frustrated. I still can't believe what was written on this book. Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing.

To keep their child close — legally, cleanly — he had sent my real baby to an orphanage and used a special drug to scramble my sense of smell so I couldn't tell my child had been swapped. What he never knew was that Bellis hadn't pushed him toward me out of any pity for my broken heart. She just didn't want him. Not then. The Silver Moon Pack he ruled over was small and poor and barely worth her time. She kept him dangling but refused to commit, because her ambition was always bigger — she wanted to be the mate of the werewolf king. They turned my child into an orphan. And I never got to see my baby — not even once — before I died.

It was a rare sight for me. I was twelve years old and all alone. Born and abandoned in Snow Pointe. No indication or idea of who my parents were. Only a name tag on my ankle and a rattle in my chest. Every breath I took could have been my last, and it pained me to do the smallest exercise. By Snow Pointe rules, I was a detriment. Meant to be fed to the wild. But Dr. Andromeda… she cared for me. She advocated for my wellbeing and managed to get me a place within the main pack house as a servant to the Alpha, Luna, and their daughter, Evangeline.

"My foster mom said I weighed six pounds and eight ounces when I was born. I guess I was considered quite heavy for a newborn." Trevor smiled. "Mom would have been very relieved to know that." Stella's nose tingled, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Trevor, d-did mom get to see me before she... passed away?" Suddenly, Trevor's eyes reddened. He turned away and, after a long while, said, "It's all in the past now. What matters is that you're back now and in good health." Stella closed the photo album, taking a moment to compose herself before she asked, "Have you found out how I was swapped at birth, Trevor?"

She leaned forward as far as the restraints allowed — inches from my face now. “Let me tell you a secret.” She whispered, playing mind games with me, “Mra. Fonte gave birth to two girls at the same time, not a boy and a girl, guess who got switched at birth? She laughed out coldly, her eyes searched mine for signs of bitterness before speaking again.