Mind Swap Novels & Stories

It took a long while, but a reply eventually came, and it was a wall of text. "She had a car crash 10 years ago and ruptured her organs. The doctor said it was beyond them. I was outside the ER, crying my heart out when a voice spoke inside my head. "It called itself the Wish Exchange System. That system told me it could take my talent and lifespan in exchange for a healthy body for her." He continued, "I was a finance guy. Everyone called me a genius ever since I was a kid. The system took my intelligence, my luck, and half my lifespan. She came back to life in exchange, while I became an ordinary guy."

It was her father calling. With that, she put on a jacket and hurried out of the dormitory. It was clear she was hiding from me and wanted to avoid a conversation. I sat still for a long time before returning to bed and texted Job. [How am I supposed to verify who swapped their destiny with mine?] He replied, [The person will be carrying something that belongs to you at all times. [The moment the act is done, their fortune will immediately change for the better. Their life will be transformed.]

That was because I knew she wasn't truly seeking forgiveness. She had made another deal with the system. All she needed was for me to say I didn't blame her or that I wasn't angry anymore, and she'd be able to swap our weights again in an instant. I also learned that our weights couldn't be changed once the system locked in a new body weight. That meant she would never gain her weight back, no matter how much she ate. She would be stuck looking like a half-starved, barely human stick figure forever. The thought almost made me smile.

Back then, I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. I then sent the money back to Rose, and we quickly got back together. Was she trying to use this as some kind of compensation for me, again? She seemed to have forgotten that for someone who had been hurt, gestures like this never meant anything—they only eased the giver's conscience. Without hesitation, I transferred the money back. Almost immediately, the transfer failed—Rose had closed the account. I was wondering what to do next when a friend messaged me. We ended up chatting for a while, and by the time we were done, it was late. I let it slip from my mind.

Fighting back tears, I fixed my gaze on Liam, the one who was supposed to be my biological brother. I then declared defiantly, "You're absolutely right about that. I'm indeed putting on an act! I'm obviously the biological daughter of the Johnson family, so I'm just taking back what's rightfully mine! What does it matter that Tina stole my guaranteed spot at the university? I'm smarter than her, so I'll always be better than her!"

Three years later, Joe Bloomberg—Mom and Dad's supposed "creditor"—found the best ENT specialist to perform ear surgery on me. Now, my hearing had mostly recovered. Back then, he had come to Seaview City on vacation and happened to run into my parents, who asked him to play the role of a creditor. They told him they had a deeply troubled, difficult child and wanted him to help them put on a show to scare some sense into me. It wasn't until later that Joe realized he had been misled into helping the wrong people. Ever since, he had been looking for a way to make amends.

"What's wrong, Cindy? Are you feeling sick?" When she looked up in his arms, Julia was wearing her own face once again. Norman recoiled in shock, shoving Julia away. "Julia? Cindy? What's happening?" Julia was just as confused. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Norman opened the letter that came with the divorce certificate with trembling hands. [Norman, I don't know why, but Julia and I swapped bodies. Maybe you should ask her. But I know everything you did to her and to me these past few days. You disgust me.

Noah had smiled, even with burnt lips. “I’ve already paid the price. Just make sure they don’t recognize me again.” The surgery took months. He healed in darkness. He read books. Planned. Waited. Watched. He stole a birth identity. Changed everything about himself. And when he returned… Noah Smith was gone. Jim Hawkins was born. Present Day- Jim moved away from the mirror and pulled on his shirt. His skin still felt tight from the grafts, but he was used to it now. He walked to a drawer near the corner of his room and pulled it open.

Nakamura I said as I walked over to the kitchen were there were. Chloe grabbed my arms winking as she pulled me. I followed her upstairs to her room. She pulled out her laptop, I did my research," she said. The screen was filled with tabs: Occult Forums, Astral Displacement, Ancient Soul-Swapping Myths. "Look at this," she pointed to a thread. "It says that soul-swapping usually happens during a moment of high emotional trauma or extreme desire. It’s called 'Vessel Displacement.' But there’s always a catalyst. A ritual, a mirror, or an object.”

I asked “What?” “You said you found out why he changed, what was it?” “A soul swap spell” she spat “Soul swap?” the word sounded foreign in my mouth, “Unfortunately, it's just as the name sounds. Somehow the witch was able to infiltrate a dirty soul into his body and stupidly I didn't realize it on time.” She mocked herself “It's not your fault” I consoled, the information I had just gotten overlapping in my brain. I felt slightly overwhelmed from the influx, wait could it be the thing going on with Braz, if she did it to my father then she definitely could do it to someone else.