Brain Swap Novels & Stories

My sister, Cindy Gardner, and I are fraternal twins. She gets to be the elder sister because she comes out one minute before me, making me the younger brother. Luckily, there's little difference between us when it comes to intelligence. Throughout our school years, one of us always ranks first, and the other comes in second. But after three years of competing in high school, with me coming in second every time, I calmly agree to keep her secret about dating a delinquent named Rodney Sloan. Then the guaranteed-admission spots to Belton University, the country's top university, become available. Our homeroom teacher calls Cindy and me into her office. "There are two guaranteed-admission

He guessed and just gave an answer, "No, doctor. Why do you ask?" "I just noticed that her brain activity seems to be... unusual," the doctor said, hesitating. "It's as if her mind is trying to process too much information at once, causing her to shut down. I have seen cases like this before, where a person's memories can become... overwhelming, causing them to collapse." Adriel's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with questions. "What do you mean by overwhelming memories? Is she experiencing some kind of... flashback?" The doctor nodded. "Something like that. It is as if her brain is trying to access too many memories at once, causing a kind of... mental overload. But I must stress that this i

"The data you provided shows a... twitch, for lack of a better term. It's a small anomaly in her brain waves, but it's definitely there." I leaned forward, my interest piqued. "What does it mean?" I asked. Dr. Everett hesitated, his eyes darting around the room before settling back on me. "I think someone has tampered with Max's brain," he said quietly. I felt a surge of surprise, but I kept my expression neutral. "What makes you think that?" I asked.

Sienna grabbed her laptop from the table, her fingers trembling as she pulled up the neural maps she’d saved from before the explosion. “Here,” she said, scrolling furiously. “Before the storm, this was your brain activity—normal. And this—” she pulled up a second scan, the one she’d taken after the blast “—this shows a completely new frequency embedded in your frontal lobe.” Jax leaned over her shoulder, his jaw tightening. “So, what does that mean?” “It means…” She hesitated, swallowing hard. “It means something foreign attached itself to your neural patterns. Like a parasite.”

Sam nodded, then launched into sentences and sentiments that he’d rattled off a hundred times, a thousand times – far, far too many times: “She has a very serious head injury, I’m afraid, and it’s caused her brain to swell. This swelling is pushing down on Sarah’s brain stem, specifically on her RAS – the Reticular Activating System.” Jax and Annie stared at him, utterly clueless and silent. Beside Sam, Mac sighed deeply. He knew what this meant, of course; God, did he ever. He knew that it meant that Sarah’s life was hanging in a delicate balance – far more delicate than Sam wanted Annie to know right this minute. After all, there was still a hope – slim, but it existed – that things might

This wasn’t just any disease; it was something far worse. My old man was always terrified that I'd end up lost, straying too far from where humans and animals are supposed to meet. To keep me grounded, he had me hooked up to a wolfbane drip, which drained me more than I cared to admit. This condition, Sevecerebe, leaves the two parts of the brain disconnected—like they’ve completely stopped talking to each other. It’s like having a human side and an animal side, each pulling in its own direction. The fear of him losing himself before the war ended gnawed at me. He felt tainted after hearing about the beatings he had suffered and the brutal details of Bellamy’s torture of Anastasia. He had ne

"Now remember, we talked about all of this. Just relax... the wiring will scan and adjust to your brain patterns. Once it does, we will induce unconsciousness with a single electrical pulse." Great, I was going to be stunned. So much fun. Almost as much fun as the damn liquid, which was now sloshing all over my face. "After that, the transition will begin. Your brainwaves will be drawn into the network system, just as if you were using the original mind-reading system, except that this will be a complete draw, not just a pull of memories. It will be a little confusing at first, and you shouldn't try to move anywhere to explore until you get the system message that the transfer is complete an

What Elijah had just said only served to confuse Sally even more. She pursed her lips as she looked at him and said, “So, what you’re saying is… not only does she look like your sister, but someone also… brainwashed her with your sister’s thoughts?” Elijah remained silent. However, his silence only confirmed his thoughts. Sally shook her head. “That’s impossible…” She was a med student. She knew that there was no way to completely transfer a dead person’s memories into another person’s mind with today’s medical technology.

He started smiling uncontrollably after coming back to his senses, and he muttered, "It's good that you're back—" Quinn felt a surge of warmth in her heart seeing what had happened. Gabriel had also stepped out from behind her when he saw that the crisis had been averted. Just as they reached out to help Steven, each of them was struck with a solid blow. It was evident how hard Steven had hit them from the loud thud on their heads. "How dare the both of you come back still! Go stand in the corner and think about what you've done wrong!" he snapped with a stern face, but his smile returned as soon as he turned around.

I shake my head. With a sigh, Doctor Yang answers. “I’m going to tell you even if Atwood wouldn’t like it,” he says, “because I think that it’s important for you to know. Frankly, I’m appalled that he hasn’t told you yet.” Doctor Yang licks his lips before speaking again. “Atwood has a condition that is known as Intracranial Nebula,” he says. “Commonly known as brain fog. Not everyone without a mate will experience this condition, but some do. It’s been so long without Atwood having a mate that his brain is slowly eating away at itself, essentially. Turning black, diseased.” “So if it continues, what will happen?” I ask.