Nikki Swapnote Novels & Stories

" Claire crawled forward until her fingers gripped the edge of my desk. "Allie… fine, if you won't save Stephy, you have to save us! She's locked up now, but the public is boycotting our brand. The company is bleeding out, and our suppliers are demanding immediate payment of our debts. "Lend us some money so that we can get through this." Derek rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. His eyes were wild, rimmed with red. "Allison, our blood flows through your veins! You are our daughter. It's one thing to abandon Stephy, but you cannot watch your own parents drown without lifting a finger!"

"No, you signed it." "But I signed it on our behalf! The agreement says the obligation is with Ian Glock and his wife!" "Exactly," I replied, my voice icy. "It says Ian Glock and his wife. But you're married to Margaret now, not me. I have one last piece of advice for you—stop wasting your time arguing with me and start thinking about how you're going to repay your debt. "After all, Margaret and Maisie have spent about ten million dollars of my money. I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough, Mr. Glock."

What was most notable was that no major changes had happened to Sybille’s family in the recent period. I turned my attention to the other two beds when Anette Rolland crawled out of her bed, too. She seemed concerned about me. “Geneva, have you eaten? I made some extra food. Do you want me to heat it for you?” Although Anette came from a lowly background, I’ve always known her to be a kind and gentle girl. During a recent sale, I made sure to give her some extra skincare products that I bought. She would always help me out in school by lending her notes and we would go to the cafeteria together sometimes.

Mia's and Finn’s cries mixed with Marissa’s shrieking drew attention from the neighbors. Slowly, people began gathering around, rubbing their sleepy eyes. After witnessing the scene, their eyes widened and a neighbor hurriedly chimed in, "Goodness gracious, Sophie, take it easy! Marissa’s old. She can’t handle that kind of rough treatment.” I spun toward them, my voice cutting through the murmur. "Oh, I’m supposed to take it easy on the woman who swapped my son for someone else’s child? She even tried to steal my parents’ inheritance and give it all to her granddaughter.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

But the question arises, how do I go to choose , do I take a pen to him to draw on, or speak to it, the notebook might be alive, try to talk it first. "I choose earthly level weirdness." When hearing my words, the notebook seemed to come to life, as if it was entwined with black mist, while also constantly turning over on its own, the temperature in the room also at this time became a few points colder, and finally the notebook still stopped at the first page, at which point the notebook appeared in a different handwriting from the beginning and the same as the robot, this time the handwriting looks like a girl wrote the same, but the content is creepy.

So, she’s a food junkie, huh? Nikki Arellano, what an interesting girl. “Alright.” Justin announces, “Since we have reached a consensus, let us now start the job here, shall we?” Nikki strikes a complacent smile at him, “Dying for it.” As Nikki mentions, she sits down next to me and opens her laptop. She then picks an orange USB drive out of her pocket and inserts it into the laptop. Swiftly, she moves her fingers across the keyboards. Driven by curiosity, I lean closer and give her laptop screen a glance. I don’t understand most of the things I see, but I know that I see codes and coordinates.

And now… Before I could stop myself, I switched apps, my fingers moving almost on their own as I searched for Emily’s social media profile. She came up immediately—a verified account with hundreds of thousands of followers. And of course, her latest post was a photo of herself, perfectly styled in the exact outfit she’d been wearing this morning, with a caption that read: “A lovely morning catching up with old friends.” I sighed, clicking on the post and scrolling to the comments. I wished I hadn’t. “OMG, you and Alpha Alaric?” one comment read. “Isn’t he married now?”

Sofia’s P.O.V I had packed the clothes I could into a bag and little essentials. I had managed to creep into the kitchen, making as little noise as possible while I got some snacks. I had placed the three snack bars I had found on the counter then moved to the fridge. I pulled it open. The cold air hit me instantly. I reached in and grabbed a bottle of water then a bottle of apple juice. I nodded before shutting the door back. I moved to the counter and scooped the bars into my hands.

A few years later, my company's business was booming, even reaching the level that allowed me to collaborate with major corporations. "Laura!" Angela strolled into my office, her grin cheeky. "An executive from that large corporation has personally arrived to discuss a business partnership with you!" She kept winking at me, and I only understood what she was trying to convey when I saw who had arrived. Henry reached out his hand to me, just like back then, more than ten years ago. "Hello, I'm Henry Baker. I look forward to working with you."