Nikki Swapnote Novels & Stories

Annoyed, he grabbed his cigarettes and stormed off to the living room. *** Under the covers, I grabbed my phone and opened a chat. Clicking on a profile picture of a handsome boy, I sent a quick message: [Rick, are you still awake?] I'd secretly bought him the phone, warning him to keep it hidden and never let anyone find out. Because of that, we barely talked—just a few words here and there. But tonight, I really wanted to hear from him. To my surprise, his reply came fast. [Aunt Amelia, I'm still outside.]

It drained the strength from him until he had to lean against the wall for support. She had thanked Dave. Dave could stand in front of her openly and solve her problems. But he could only watch from the shadows. * On her way home after work, Nikki’s phone buzzed. A friend request popped up. The profile picture was an artfully lit side view of a man’s face. The note read: Friend of Jane Lincoln. A second friend request appeared a moment later. That profile picture was a cat. Before Nikki could open either one, her phone buzzed again.

“Noah, I can’t take it anymore. Marcus is too cold. The dock incident almost went wrong because of me. He got angry and won’t even let me touch him… “Can you help me? I just want someone to rely on. Someone I can survive within the Zillmann family…” Noah raised his brows slightly, took my hand, and kissed the back of it. He paused deliberately, then looked up at me teasingly before pulling me into his arms. I forced down the disgust in my heart, trembling as I pretended to sob in his embrace, while slipping a miniature microphone into his suit jacket. “Tomorrow, help me with one thing. Once it’s done, you’ll be the new Donna Zillmann of the Zillmann family, and I’ll be your new support.”

"Sorry, everyone. It looks like I'll be changing brides today." He sounded almost proud of himself. "My maid of honor, Talia Cross, surpasses Elise in every aspect. She's prettier, hotter, and better overall. You're all my witnesses. Elise and I are over. And let me be clear—I'll never take her back even if she begs me to forgive her." I said nothing as I looked at his smug face, my smile deepening with each ridiculous word pouring out of his mouth. Whispers immediately erupted through the crowd.

Tonight, it was surrounded by people. The first to spot her missing was Kristen Marx, who rushed over holding a note, her face lined with worry. The note said: Blake, I don't want to be a burden anymore. I'm going to join my parents. Blake's brows furrowed as he read the note. Without hesitation, he began issuing orders, directing everyone to split up and search. Soon, voices calling out "Leila!" echoed across the island, especially along the shoreline. Worried something might have truly happened, I joined the search, though I wasn't familiar with this coastal place. I figured the beaches were already swarming with people, so I decided to comb through the more hidden nooks and corners.

Salvatore was one of the most successful billionaires with his company that produced expensive and classy black and white chocolates. "Niki is engaged tonight." He raised an eyebrow when I stunned, "What's wrong?" "No, it's just-- I just found out that Niki already has a partner." My answer filled with honesty according to the thoughts of my head so far. "You must have heard that she was dating Barra?" He chuckled in a playful manner. I nodded innocently.

"Years ago, circumstances led to a decision – a decision to swap the two of you. Amaya was born with unique abilities and was meant to be hidden from those who sought to exploit her gifts. And you, Nikki were meant to live a life free from those that haunted our past" Nikki's eyes widened, disbelief etched across her face. "Swapped? But why?" Elena's gaze softened with empathy. "There were threats, Nikki. The proprietor threatened me to swap you both to give you a chance at a life untangled from the webs of deception" A heavy silence hung in the air as Nikki processed the revelation. The weight of a truth long veiled now rested on her shoulders, and the implications rippled through the room

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Jayden's face, and just as he opened his mouth, Nick cut him off again, scanning him from head to toe. "I remember you bought that brand-new luxury watch a few months ago without blinking. And now look at you—dressed like that, not a single label in sight. Don't tell me you lost money in business and came to borrow from Leah." "I, I…" Jayden stammered, unable to form a coherent reply. Nick stepped forward and took my arm, raising his chin slightly toward Jayden. "Sorry, Jayden. Leah and I were just about to have dinner. We'll have to see you out."

He swiftly pulled a small notebook from his backpack and began scribbling notes: Kobayashi’s Bento: AAA-rated asset (fried chicken—highest liquidity) Nakamura’s Onigiri: Low-liquidity asset (safe haven in market downturns) Sato’s Salad: Junk bond (demand virtually nonexistent) Pushing up his imaginary glasses, Takuto let a mischievous smirk curl across his lips. “It’s time to launch a bento derivatives exchange.” The moment the lunch bell rang, Takuto leapt to the front of the class and cleared his throat with the gravity of a head of state. “Fellow students!” he clapped his hands. “Today, I am proud to announce a revolutionary new system: the Bento Swap Market!” The class stared at him, con

Nikki: “Doctor Wolfe is great. She is actually a member of the Desert Moon pack, so I don’t have to hide what I am during therapy.” Frankie: “That is so awesome. You’ll actually be able to truly benefit from being able to be completely honest.” Nikki: “Yes, she has me journaling this week, so that I can get my thoughts and feelings down for next week’s session.” Frankie: “Sounds perfect. So not to change the subject, but what are you wearing right now?” Nikki: “Oh, just a lace bra and thong.” Frankie: “Oh? Well that’s quite an image to have in my head. Are your nipples hard?”