Book Switched At Birth Novels & Stories

I pushed forward. “Part of him already knows who I am. But I believe he’s in denial.” I inhaled deeply before continuing, my voice steady. “The night I was born, I was weak. Premature. Sick. And that was something Alpha Henry didn’t want. So he swapped me at birth.” I let the words settle in the air, watching Eli’s shoulders tense. “I was supposed to die that night,” I whispered. “They were going to kill me. Dispose of me like I was nothing.”

he tried to talk a bit more but to our surprise the door opened behind him, we saw Luna Sally with an elder behind her, something was telling me it wasn’t going to be easy to have this book again, as Alpha Stan was still paying attention to his mom, I took the book then wrote everything in my notebook. Closing it, I gave it back to him, then closed my notebook; with a smile, I stood up from the desk, taking my book with me. I saw Catherina was behind the Elder; my smile grew a bit wider. Luna Sally then said hello to her son with a cheek kiss and went to me, I was fearful of Luna Sally, but she still embraced me in a hug, during which she said, “You are stiff here, Marcy, sweaty! What’s happ

Tears burned my eyes as I stumbled backward, heart pounding like a war drum. Tetra framed me. I knew I was innocent. I knew it. But never once did I imagine the culprit was her. 10 years ago, the truth came out that I had been switched at birth. I was born during the time of war, and a maid who gave birth the same time as my mother switched her daughter with me, the Alpha and Luna’s child. She wanted to make sure her own daughter would be safe, because no matter what, the royal family would protect the heir.

My father joked about my appetite, but in the past, it used to drive my mom crazy; as a child, I complained about the lack of meat or it not being enough for me to have thirds. "I guess things don't change." "No, sir." I started chewing the juicy chicken breast. It felt like bells were ringing inside my belly, but the word sir woken different things inside me. I had been given manners and taught to show respect to my elders. I always called my father sir, but now there was this other man I, too, have used the word. The intention had been merely respecting, and still, it sounded different in my head. It felt different. Once again, I found myself restless in bed, twisting and turning on my sma

Everyone was just relaxed and everything was ok. Everything changed just six months after that. It was Clayton’s birthday and everything was going ok. I’d even gotten him the perfect gift and he loved it. Since it was his sixteenth birthday, he was shifting for the first time. His parents may have taken over the throne, but he wasn’t Alpha born, so he didn’t have the Alpha blood to shift at thirteen.

Chewing her gum, Lily muttered smugly under her breath, “Mom and Dad are all mine now, Naomi. You’ll always be under my thumb!” Many years ago, a mix-up occurred at the hospital. Two baby girls were accidentally switched. Lily, the child who was mistakenly identified, was brought into this house and raised in comfort, security, and love. As for me, the real daughter, I was sent away and raised in the countryside. It wasn’t until I turned eighteen that the truth came to light. That year, they found me and brought me back. I still remember standing at the doorway on the very first day I moved into this house. My heart was filled with hope; I thought I had finally come home, but that wasn’t the

She hadn't turned a page in ages. I walked over and slid the book out of her hands. "If you don't feel like reading, don't." She looked up at me. "Mommy, will he leave?" I heard that familiar "I'll be right there" through the door and didn't lie to her. "Yes." Sure enough, a few minutes later, the elevator chimed. Mia pulled the covers up to her chin. "He left again." I sat on the edge of her bed. "Yeah." "Mommy."

One rune still glowed, the last pulse not yet faded. It read: “Lycus, I’m in pain. Please come. Sandra.” Something in my chest tore open. Tears blurred the lamplight. I set the crystal down with careful hands and felt the past rear up like a wave. I had been switched at birth. Raised as a Sauders daughter in a house of velvet and marble until the day the true child was found and brought home, Sandra. From that day, I learned how fast love can vanish. Sandra said I had stolen eighteen years of her life. She ordered me to the cellar. No windows. Damp stone. Mold in the corners. That was my world.

I'm trying so hard to conceal it even though baby is really growing. I gently sat on the bed near the bedside table. I turn the lamp on before grabbing the book to read it again. So far, this is my favorite from all the books I managed to finish for six months. I recklessly murmured a cuss to myself after I found out that the bookmark is no longer with the book. "You really have such a bad mouth. You need to clean that mouth of yours, baby." My body stills. Is my mind trying to play with me?

“What is it?” “I don't know if you want to talk about it but was your baby with you when he passed away?” I asked and her expression turned sad. “No,” she replied. “The nurse took him away right after I gave birth to him then she brought him back three hours later saying he was no longer breathing. I wanted to cry and make a scene but she told me that she could switch the baby with another baby whose mother wanted to give him up for adoption. Out of desperation, I accepted and she took my baby away to bring the other one.”