Same Room Swap Novels & Stories

I met him from behind the screen and told him everything directly, then asked, "My half-sister has already taken my place and married the Crown Prince. I'm willing to fulfill the peace alliance. Does the King's promise still stand?" A trace of surprise flickered in his eyes. He said, "The sons of the northern plains never care about such things. It's only unfortunate for you, Miss. If you're willing to board the carriage, my father the King will treat you like a proper consort." "That's good then." I removed the pendant from my waist and handed it to him. "However, before we depart, I need Your Highness to help me with something." In the palace's great hall, the Crown Prince and Cordelia had

I had no other choice but to call Gemma for help, but she and Leon had been busy celebrating the hundreds of millions of dollars in dividends they were about to receive. In the end, I had been beaten to death in the dead of winter. Right before I lost consciousness, I had heard a cold, robotic voice. "Dalton Brown has lost all vital signs. Removing target from the exchange system…" The agony of the steel pipes shattering my bones had still been coursing through my body, and my whole body had gone cold. In this life, I was determined to figure out exactly how Leon had swapped everything with me! I swore I would never let history repeat itself!

I was a grown woman—was I supposed to not survive without a man? But my cousin, Sarah Cameron... she couldn't. In our last lives, she married Blake, and the two of them were trapped in a lifetime of misunderstanding because of someone else. She was the gentlest soul you could meet, and even she couldn't escape being worn down by him. So this time, after being reborn, I looked at Sarah's worried face, her furrowed brow, and started packing without hesitation. "Sarah, I'll marry Blake. John Ridgewood might not look like much, but he's got a good temper. You two should be able to make it work."

Melanie came into my room, all smiles. She put a bottle of perfume on my desk. "I haven't congratulated you for getting that job. Here's to a smooth career." I looked at her and put on a smile. "Thanks. I'll use this." A smile of disdain curled her lips, then she left my room. I stared at her. That perfume was no ordinary gift. It was part of her scheme. The fire would happen in three days. That perfume was spiked with sleep-inducing components. Once I got into the homestay, I talked to the person in charge. "Hi, something smells charred in the room. Can you get someone to check it?"

What exactly were they planning? … It didn't take long to notice something was wrong. My roommate, Catherine Jones, had recently run into financial trouble at home and desperately needed money. That day, she returned to the dorm with an uncharacteristically radiant smile. "Did something good happen? Did your family come up with the money?" I asked. Since her troubles began, Catherine had been crying almost every day. Seeing her smile, we assumed things at home had finally found a solution. She looked relieved and told us, "Heaven really has smiled on me. My cousin knows someone who can take me to Zandumore to make money. They say you can earn four to five thousand a month!"

Before she could finish her tirade, a sudden, loud murmur rippled through the room. I turned around and saw a series of photos come vividly into view on the big screen. They were the naked photos that Stephanie had forcefully taken of me the night she slipped into my room. My blood froze at the sight. I opened my mouth to speak, but Stephanie's driver beat me to it and exclaimed loudly, "This bitch is Ms. Coleman's personal maid! She wormed her way into the family's good graces and convinced Mr. and Mrs. Coleman to adopt her!

"Mom… Mom, I was wrong. I don't want to stay at the orphanage. I still want to have your honey-glazed pork chops..." I couldn't help but snicker. I looked down at their pitiful faces and said, "Go ahead, ask around to see if it's me, Willow Wolpert, who's unwanted, or Melvin, whose future is ruined. Finn, so now I'm 'Mom' again, huh?

" Realizing that he was right, Mrs. Cox kept quiet. Suddenly, an idea popped up in Giana's head. If Noah rejected the marriage, then maybe she could reluctantly consider accepting that young man's pursuit! Meanwhile, Larissa had no idea that Giana had such a terrifying idea in mind. She said cheerfully, "What a lucky day!" Easily obtaining a hundred thousand dollars! It would be great if there were more foolish people like them. Ambrose looked at her with a hesitant expression. Noticing this, Larissa asked, "What's wrong, Ross?" Ambrose asked, "You've switched our rooms, so what's our sleeping arrangements?" They originally had two double rooms, but they had swapped one out. It left them wit

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.

I am no different to Gen in craving my soul’s partner. “Swapping rooms? Is she insane? Is this a trick, are you in danger?” his voice dropping even lower. He began looking around me as though I had been taken hostage and a threat on my life was in process. “No, no I’ve been in there so many days, it’s driving me a bit mad too. Sleeping on a sofa and all that kind of thing. You’d be doing me a favour. We will swap back tomorrow night before Cillian returns?”