Brain Swap Novels & Stories

Maybe their wedding was not as bad as she thought. On the contrary everything in Saul’s mind was in chaos. A couple of hours later when the doctor came to check upon Sophia he told him about her memory loss. “Like you assumed Mr Campbell, the last few minutes of her memory before the attack are erased from her mind. It is an auto repair mechanism executed by the body when it is in critical condition. The things or incidents which are hard to digest by the person are deleted by the system to keep the brain safe. Your wife might have suffered a shock from something crucial that you spoke to her during her panic attack. Consequently she had a stroke and everything that you spoke was deleted by

Cold sweat forms on his forehead as he becomes more agitated. Although, Fred is the CEO of Brain, a reputable company in Paris which has other companies crawling behind it. But right now, the Almighty Brain’s CEO looks panicked and frightened. Fred has never thought that anything could cause him to be frightened out of his shell. He has always have everything at his beck and call. Never has he imagine he could be as helpless as he is right now.

Claire walked towards Leon's study, but there was nothing she could do now but be quiet and wait. "Claire, please bring me a pair of scissors," said Leon. His fingers danced swiftly on the keyboard. As soon as Claire took the scissors, Leon then cut something and reconnected it to another cable. Suddenly he stopped then looked at the large monitor screen. "We're connected," he said to Claire. It made Claire who was sitting on the sofa suddenly straightened up looking at the monitor screen. The screen depicts a graph of brain frequencies. This must be the Boston Hopkins brain. "Shall we immediately make him commit suicide?" asked Claire.

Britany Santos silently drove the car out, and thought while driving, "Today is not our birthday, not our wedding anniversary, what kind of day can it be?" "Think about it." "I can't remember. Just tell me, my brain is now like a pot of porridge that's about to boil. " "The first day we met." Winnie said while smiling. Britany Santos's foot trembled, and directly stepped on the brake. The wheels and the ground made an ear-piercing noise. Fortunately, this wasn't the peak hour for commuting, otherwise he would have been able to cause a series of car crashes. Britany Santos looked at Winnie in shock, "Big bro, is something wrong with your brain? How come I didn't know we'd met at the Drum Buil

Otherwise, I’m going to go crazy searching the web for information until I convince myself that I have a brain tumor. Forcing steady, even breaths into my lungs I settle back against the pillows. It’s probably nothing, anyway, plus I won't get anywhere on a Sunday afternoon. Not unless I want to go to the ER, and that’s not worth the money or explanation. I try to focus on the documentary, yet no amount of trying gets the thoughts to go away. My brain is like a tilt-a-whirl, spinning around and around. How can I have a hundred different scenarios running through my head all at once?

Don't you dare embarrass us! The pain drenched my face in cold sweat, making my voice tremble. "Mom, the baby is moving. My stomach hurts!" A second later, a slap landed square on my face, branding a burning sensation onto me. "Drop the act! Don't even think that you can get to slack off just because you're pregnant with your second child! I'm telling you, if Diana so much as frowns later, I'll have your head for it!" Mom shouted. Jorge stood silently at the side, afraid of angering Mom.

He twisted his face in over-the-top pain before suddenly pulling her into a hug, murmuring, "Honey..." Then he turned to me, eyes blazing, and yelled, "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" ...Seriously? Brain cancer doesn't cause memory loss like this. It was so fake it hurt. Leaning against the doorway, I folded my arms. "You might want to take a good look at the wedding photo on the wall before asking me who I am." Nathan pulled Rainee closer. "How would I know when you put that up? I only love my wife, Rainee!"

“It kind of looks like a TV remote, right? Well, I'm thinking of calling it a neuron skipper, since the primary function is to reprogram the brain to find new pathways to relay information.” Reprogram? It's kind of weird, but if you think about it, my brain was programmed incorrectly when I was younger anyway, so I can't see any harm in trying to undo the previous damage to my mental well-being. Daddy stands over me on the couch, kneeling next to me. His finger travels under my sweater, pressing firmly against my panties. “So when Daddy is touching his little girl's pussy, she can forget all about the negative feelings flooding her thoughts.” The feelings inside me are utterly chaotic, lust

Even Zara had not been confident she could do it. However, to get justice for me, she pushed past every technical challenge and replaced Braxton's brain with the very one he had prepared for me. The brain of an idiot. I stared at him curiously. If someone really received an idiot's brain... would they actually become an idiot? Braxton's eyes were crooked, his mouth hung to one side, and saliva dripped from his lips every time he moved. He certainly looked like an idiot. However, when he noticed me staring at him, humiliation and rage flashed across his face.

“This swelling is pushing down on Sarah’s brain stem, specifically on her RAS – the Reticular Activating System.” Jax and Annie stared at him, clueless, but Mac sighed. “What does that mean?” Annie asked Mac and Sam. “What’s a rectangular what's-it system?” “The RAS is responsible for awareness in the brain,” Mac said. “When it’s compromised or damaged, a person is rendered unconscious. And when it’s being pushed on – like when a person’s brain is severely swollen – then the person can’t wake up.” Jax and Annie blinked. “I still don’t understand,” Annie said. “Sarah can’t wake up?”