Male Body Swap Novels & Stories

I squirm out of Vincent's grasp, catching a trace of sickly sweet scent lingering around him—one that isn’t mine at all. "While it's true that the Moonlake pack is going to form a bonding alliance with the Brownstone pack, my future mate isn't necessarily you." ... I stared at the soda can tab that Vincent Sawyer, my future mate, had slid onto my finger. For a long time, I couldn't utter a word. The loud music and the sounds of chatter, which made up the boisterous atmosphere, died down instantly. The guests' murmurs soon filled the room. "What's that? It looks like a can tab…"

I myself did a lot of reading about the city just in case. Things did not end like that. … One day, I woke up just to find myself on the cliff I died on in my previous life. Christina was holding her dried-up belly as she stomped on me. "You ruined my life! Do you have any idea what happened to me at the farm? John's a monster! He let the inmates violate me just for food! Now my body's ruined! I can't eat, I can't drink, and I know I'm not long for this world. But I'll take you down before I die!"

Another added with a smug tone, "Let me remind you, Serena. The Johanssen family has a reputation to uphold. Don't do anything inappropriate. Just because Maisie is sick doesn't mean you can swap her with a different child that you conceived with God knows who." How ironic. They didn't realize that the real swap had taken place ten years ago! "I didn't give birth to Maisie ten years ago. I had given birth to this boy here instead. When Maisie fell ill recently, I discovered that I wasn't a compatible bone marrow donor for her despite being her supposed birth mother. "In fact, we're not even genetically related. Yet my so-called best friend, Margaret Lonsdale, turned out to be a perfect match

Wolpert. I ended the call, ignoring Jenny's ashen face, and ordered the bodyguards, "Don't stop." They obeyed without a second thought. Melvin was a bloody mess, his face swollen like a rotting pumpkin, teeth knocked loose. His words were slurred, broken by painful groans. "P-Please stop… I'm really… going to die…" Jenny got hers as well. Two female bodyguards shoved her down, each grabbing an arm. They yanked her hair until clumps tore free, raining slaps on her until her face was a swollen, red mess.

My reflection stared back at me with the same features I’d woken up with every day of my life—except they weren’t mine anymore. Lyra leaned lazily against the wall, picking at her fingernails as though she hadn’t just shattered reality. “Explain why I look exactly like you before I rip your tongue out of your mouth!” I demanded, my voice breaking into a near-scream. She tilted her head. “You agreed to my conditions, didn’t you? You said you’d do anything. This is part of that.” I shook my head rapidly, trying to make sense of it. “But what does swapping our bodies have to do with your being intimate with Blake? I never agreed to this!” I yelled

“ there is no way back so give up the thought and accept your fate” My world fell hearing her say there was no way back! NO that can’t be. There has to be a way back. I need to talk to Sandra. She must have a way found a way. but how do I do that? my clock was left back at…….. Just as I was thinking on how to contact Sandra Grace spoke up “ I need my clock back” The clock! Now it was my turn to smile “ tell me Grace! The person you switched bodies with is sister of John? right!”

Every face was filled with disbelief. My mother coldly pointed toward the two figures. "The reason they both collapsed at the same moment is because the soul exchange has taken effect." Every eye in the room turned toward them. Samuel, who was now in Vanessa’s body, was currently snapping selfie after selfie with his phone's front-facing camera while muttering excitedly to himself. "Oh my God, these eyes are gorgeous. And these lashes are so long... My lips are beautiful too. They're naturally perfect..." True to form, Samuel cared only about looking beautiful, wearing pretty clothes, and finally having the body he'd always dreamed of.

I couldn’t even feel my face, my lips, my hands and my feet. Soon after, I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear Dalton and the warriors anymore, and couldn’t even feel them carrying me somewhere. But then, something happened – something strange enough to shake me to the core. I felt like my body wasn’t mine anymore… like it was someone else’s… like it was Cassandra’s – it almost felt as though we were somehow connected and the connection was strong enough that she could swap bodies with me. Did that really happen? Did we swap bodies? But how is that possible?

I blush. I'm lost in thoughts, scrolling on my social media that's filled with all sickly feeds about my downfall. Is it the end of MK? One of the annoying headings shatters my food-enthused soul. Maybe it is, I sigh heavily. "Good morning," Red utters out of nowhere, interrupting my grief. I gaze up acutely at him, and he's right beside me. "Morning," I return while shoving my phone aside. Red takes a seat; looking . . . I don't know how he looks. He's probably distant? I can't even tell which Red is in front of me. It can't be my fake husband, and I don't think it's my bodyguard either. What's going on?

The demon’s assumption froze me. “Daughter? That can’t be,” I said. Kylo gazed at me. “Yeah. That can’t be,” she added. She dragged her body to lay her back against the wall. “You just can’t remember it, Vad. Perhaps you had buried that memory as if it was a mistake.” The demon knew something. I think he’s also aware that our body swapped. “What are you talking about?” I asked with knitted brows.