Gender Swap Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

***Authors Note*** Hey my lovely readers, so we come to the end of those beautiful steamy short stories. The next stories are still age-gap books, but a little bit longer. Buckle up tight and enjoy every step of the way. XoXo!!! Book title: Do Me Dirty, Mr. CEO. PROLOGUE DAPHNE “I ’m moving to Paris.”

There was a lot of potential in the writing so he passed it through. The next three were quick rejections. Then he clicked on the next one and quickly noticed it was a gay story. Becca must have followed through with her own suggestion to recruit online for gay erotica authors. He was disappointed to find that the story was a by-the-book CEO romance story. He had read plenty of similar ones over the past two months in the department. The only difference with this one was that the leads were both male. He hesitated over his decision. Becca looked busy over at her desk so he selected Adam for guidance.

" 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.

Two families that hated each other, two people who didn’t even want to stand in the same room, and the court thought marriage would magically solve everything. It sounded less like a solution…and more like the beginning of a disaster, but the story didn’t care about logic. The story only cared about moving the plot forward, which meant one thing. I had been chosen as the sacrifice. The Carter family’s daughter. Marrying the Mancini heir. The cold, untouchable male lead of the story. Salvatore Mancini. My fingers slowly lifted, my gaze dropping to the ring resting on my hand. The diamond caught the sunlight and scattered it across the room.

I let out a muffled grunt, turning away from them. Instead, I got down on one knee before the lady who was mindlessly munching on candy. I took her hand and looked up at her, asking, "Layla Higgins, will you marry me?" Carol's eyes widened in shock when I spoke. "Justin Leeds, have you gone insane? I asked you to spend a night with her in the wedding suite! Do you really want to marry this halfwit?" she exclaimed. Caleb quickly grabbed her arm. "Calm down, Carol," he whispered urgently. "How could he marry someone like that? He's just trying to goad you into backing down.

As if possessed, she stared at his stunned face and murmured coldly, half to him, half to herself, "I tolerated your lies again and again because we grew up together, telling myself you had no choice. "You said your foreign girlfriend cheated on you, and that's why you came back heartbroken. But I checked, and the one who cheated was you. You ran back because you were afraid she'd find out. And this watch… It was you who stole Theo's gold bracelet and had it melted down and remade. Yet, I deluded myself into thinking I had given it to you.

I'm the head cheerleader for the Westbrook High football team. I couldn't walk through the front gate without a crowd closing in around me, and one candid photo could set the entire school message board on fire. Then I woke up one morning inside the body of the two-hundred-pound girl in my class, the one everybody called ugly. Our souls had traded places. She sent me a message. [Your good days are over, Corinna Vale.] [And let me be clear, this swap is permanent. From today on, everything people ever envied you for belongs to me!] [As for you, go rot in that body for me!] But I looked at the girl in the mirror and laughed out loud. She had only seen the shine on the outside. She had no idea

He leads me past the VIP entrance, and at the gate, another man similarly dressed takes my bags and my hand. "Do si do," he nods and I smile as a girl steps around him to take the waiting gentleman's arm. Micah has turned our wedding getaway into one big square dance, across several airports, all of us changing places as we go until we return to our original partner. But with twelve of us out there, how many swaps am I going to make before I find my Micah again?

In the end, she let out a sigh and nodded. "Fine. We'll switch." And just like that, I boarded the train to Scholcher Island, suitcase in hand. What I didn't expect was how fast my mother would catch up. I'd left a letter behind—clear and thorough. What was there to worry about? "I'm going to Scholcher Island to get married. If it doesn't work out, I'll come back!" I shouted at my mom as she ran after the train. I slept and ate my way through the three-day, two-night journey. Before I knew it, I was in Grangerdeen.

Final. The whole swap was doing something to my nervous system that I did not have adequate language for. That was the explanation. That was the only explanation I was accepting. Three people in a penthouse, two souls in the wrong bodies, weeks of proximity and high stakes and the permanent sense of standing on a floor that might give way at any moment — of course my instincts were misfiring. Of course my wolf was confused. She was operating in conditions that pack biology had not prepared any of us for, in a situation where the man I was married to looked like someone else and the man I was supposed to find nothing more than inconvenient looked like my husband and every sensory cue she had