Homemade Gf Swap Novels & Stories

At the table, John had a baby in one arm and was using the other to pile food into Sarah's bowl. "You love this one, eat more," he said, never pausing. "Your aunt really knows how to cook. I'll have to come learn from her next time we're off. Haven't seen you eat this well in a while." Watching him fuss like that, I couldn't believe my eyes. Was this really the same man who used to preach, "A gentleman stays out of the kitchen"? Back in my past life, he and I argued endlessly about that. But now, with Sarah, he's offering to cook?

Looking at Jennifer's innocent smile now, I wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and cut her into a thousand pieces to avenge myself. Still, heaven took pity on how miserably I died in my last life and gave me a second chance. They let me come back to deal with these four scum, and I even awakened the Pregnancy Swap System. Seeing that I had not responded, Jennifer's syrupy voice rang out again. "You don't think it's terrible, do you, Fiona? I'm not very good at making wine, but I picked every plum myself. I chose only the best and largest ones and spent two whole months preparing this."

I became vigilant with my goal. "What are we making with the frog meat? A meatloaf?" I asked Rune. He looked surprised by my change and nodded. "We can grind the frogs up and incorporate it with beef and create a decadent meatloaf. Will Noah eat that?" He questioned. I nodded, figuring Noah's demon was starving and wanted to eat my hand, so why not meatloaf? I walked past Rune toward the kitchen and patted his chest as I passed him. I was stopped by him grabbing my arm.

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.

"I heard from Master that Miss loves strawberries, so for breakfast this time, I tried making waffles with homemade strawberry cream." I looked so moved that I was about to cry, but Emi seemed to misunderstand and hurriedly added. "Of course, you can replace the toppings with honey, maple syrup, and butter or I'll fry up some sunny-side-up eggs and bacon right away so it won't be boring." "No, that's not what I meant, Emi." I shook my head, hurriedly correcting the middle-aged woman's misunderstanding of my facial expression. "Thank you for the meal. I'll enjoy it."

Every month on the 15th is the day I swap lives with Melody Foster. 18 years ago, a hospital mix-up places our IVF embryos in each other's mothers. After the truth comes out, my biological parents want their real daughter, and my adoptive parents want theirs. They arrange for Melody and me to rotate between the two homes on a monthly basis, switching every 15th. From then on, I become the burden neither family wants. In whichever home Melody stays, there are endless snacks and drinks, thousands of dollars in monthly allowance, and the sunny bedroom is always reserved for her. In whichever home I stay, there's nothing but plain meals and a windowless storage room. 18 years later, I

It was filled with glass jars of all shapes and sizes. He often gave me drinks that were colorless and tasteless. He told me they were “fun, euphoric enhancement liquids”. However, every time I drank them, I would become irrational and unstable. Now that I think about it, that room was very likely where Noah produced those drugs. Next month was the family celebration, and Donna Zillmann assigned me to assist with the banquet preparations. When Amelia found out, she took the initiative to approach me, requesting permission from Donna Zillmann to become my assistant.

Looking back now, though, the whole arrangement felt like a roundabout way of making room for Zachary to play the groom. "I'm already divorced," I said calmly. The room went silent. People looked unsure whether to console me. Right then, I raised my glass and said, "From now on, I'm settling down here. Let's make some serious money together!" "That's right! Let's make some serious money!" The room quickly filled with laughter and the sound of glasses clinking. The next day, I signed the contract with my friend and threw myself into the business. The business was already running smoothly, and with the addition of the latest technology, it only grew stronger. Within just two weeks, our profits

He had no idea just how much effort I had put into organizing this ceremony. I spent one whole year on this bonding ceremony. I had invited 187 esteemed guests to this venue. I had custom-ordered a bridal gown of the highest quality and got expensive perfumed orchids imported from other lands. I even researched how to make the most delectable cuisines in preparation for the big day. On top of everything, I carved the sacred moonstone with my own hands just so I could make it the adorning gem of my bonding ring despite the fact that the moonstone had killed my mother in the past.

My sleeve accidentally slipped down, revealing a strip of dark red fabric. Aunt Marguerite's sharp eyes caught it. She grabbed my wrist. "Why has this fabric changed color?" Someone pointed at my sleeve and shouted. "His Majesty once gifted special fabric that changes color when exposed to sleeping drugs." I had soaked that sleeve in the drug solution. Anyone with medical knowledge could tell with a single sniff. After hearing this, Aunt Marguerite fixed her piercing gaze on my stepmother. "Someone go fetch Physician Hartwell from the Royal Medical College to examine it."