Mind Swap Novels & Stories

The last time I heard about them was during one of my weekly live streams when I chatted with followers. Thanks to Bianca, Michelle's case became a viral sensation. Winning the lawsuit made me an overnight success and a rising star in the legal field. Every Friday, I would host a live stream, helping people understand their legal rights and how to protect themselves. A viewer commented, "Ms. Sawyer, do you remember Bianca? I heard she moved in with her ex-brother-in-law after she got out of prison. When her husband, who'd waited three years for her, found out, he went to their place with a knife and killed them both."

My husband stared at the video sent by his assistant, his disbelief evident as he turned to me. "All this time, you were upset with me, insisting on returning to your family while pregnant was all because they were causing trouble behind the scenes! Fiona, this is outrageous! And no matter what, Sharon is still their wife and daughter-in-law!" I lowered my gaze, watching his angry expression in silence. They had done far worse. In my previous life, to ensure Brian and Sharon had an heir after her infertility, they swapped my daughter for Sharon’s tumor. The thought made my eyes drift to the tiny bundle in the bassinet. My daughter slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling softly.

"Pushing me… into this little bit of water... won't drown me!" However, deep down, I had already rolled my eyes all the way to the back of my head. [I can't believe she tried to drown me in a "real vs. fake heiress" trope. I was a swimming champion in a previous world. Besides, I could spot this amateur scheme of hacking the security system, staging an accident, and playing the victim with my eyes closed!] I spun the digital tablet around to face them, and there it was—the surveillance footage from just moments ago playing in crisp detail.

"I don't understand what you mean, Melanie. The whole nation envies you for marrying a man like him. You have a net worth people can only dream of, and life's perfect for you. I'd never set you up." She darted ahead and grabbed my sleeve. "Don't play dumb with me! He married you in our previous lives! You knew he was a monster, but you were waiting for me to step right into it! You didn't tell me anything! You knew! You knew!" I flung her hand away and sneered. "Ah, so you finally get it. You're not the only one reborn with memories." … In my previous life, I kindly made a bowl of meatball stew for Jonathan. He was a vagrant back then.

Mother nodded firmly, determined to find me a husband better than all three of those men combined. After Mother left, I strolled to the kitchen in high spirits to check on the pregnant sow in the pen. When the physician diagnosed Jennifer with triplets, I had already heard the news. At the time, I happened to overhear the servants mention that one of the pigs was also pregnant. A plan formed instantly. I decided to have the system swap the sow's litter with Jennifer's babies. Jennifer was now strutting around and flaunting her belly in front of me every day, completely unaware she was carrying piglets.

Jeremiah said. “But he’s in someone else’s body. Does that still apply?” I asked anxiously. “How could this happen? I don’t understand.” “Let’s talk outside,” he said, then stood up and walked toward another room. Jake and I followed behind and sat not far from him. “As I told you before you left. If you disguise yourself as someone else, make sure you don’t meet the real person, or your souls will swap. I think the soul inside Alea’s body knows about this,” Jeremiah said.

The Triplet Alphas (Robert's POV). The room was … Dark would be an exaggeration, let's say dim. With a lot voodoo dolls hanging up like children playing in a swing. A lot of old papers with weird writings scattered all over the old mahogany table. Freda was mixing something up in a bowl and…yes, the room smelled like basil and one kind of mint that itched my nostrils. “Soul swapping magic can be tricky, the two spirits has to be willing, or…one of them might go missing in a body you'll hardly find,” She said as she continue stirring the black brew in the bowl with a wooden spoon.

His guilt was his own to bear. "Well, we think they wanted to rescue one of their own before we can get some word out of him…" he inhaled deeply, stroking the tension in the room. I didn't realise I was holding my breath until I started to struggle to find air. "After thorough investigation, we found out that they're working towards some kind of ability swap where two people can either exchange powers through physical intimacy--" "Wait, what? Slow down. What are you talking about? That's impossible, right?"

“You are about to walk away from the truth because it sounds impossible.” “It was a soul swap!” Logan screamed with every breath in him. The words rang out so clearly that the chamber fell silent. Caine shifted uncomfortably. Fake Logan’s expression did not change, but he exchanged glances with Caine. “A what?” one council member muttered. Omega Logan forced himself to steady his breathing. “A soul exchange,” he said more clearly. “They switched us. My soul is in this body. That body”—he jerked his chin toward Fake Logan—“is occupied by something else, something that isn't me.”

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