Same Room Swap Novels & Stories

“Room assignments were randomized. No swaps. No complaints. You’ll survive a month.” “Do we get to pick beds at least?” someone asked. “Sure,” Coach said. “Fight for it. I don’t care.” Avery from the Storm side laughed. “God, this is gonna be a disaster.” One of the staff started reading out names. “Room 1: Carter and Eli.” “Room 2: Damien and Wes.” “Room 5: Caleb and Logan.” “Room 11: Josh and Felix.” People groaned, cheered, shoved each other.

"Catherine, Zacharias, come with us. We'll get our food back from that bitch, Christina! We need as much help as we can!" Yeah, they did. We went and barged into Christina's house. There were dozens of us. Even before we got in, we saw smoke coming out of the chimney. Smoke from the kitchen. Even seasoning couldn't be found anywhere. People could smell beef from miles away. "You bitch! Christina, you stole my cow! I'll kill you!" The guy whose cow was stolen flew into a rage. He darted ahead and tried to take the beef away, but John punched him down easily.

Turning around to face him, I saw that he had caught up with me. "Yeah?" I responded, puzzled. Travis wrapped his arm around my shoulders and gently pushed me to the side. I couldn't help but feel suspicious of his behavior. What was he up to? "What's the matter?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. "Buddy, I wanted to ask for a favour from you," he said, with a face that seemed innocent enough to make me drop my guard. "What is it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Can you swap rooms with Clancy?" Travis asked, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint. "We wanted to spend some time together, and if you could stay in her room, then…"

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

"Listen to me, Leah. You think I care about your family's money? Sophie already has a new way to make money. We don't need you. She's not going to be worse off than you." Standing there, all three of them looked like performers in some farce. I laughed again. "Alright," I said. "I'll wait and see if she really surpasses me. Nothing fancy—just hold a wedding in this place." I tapped the marble floor with my toe. The hotel stood in one of the city's most expensive districts. Their expressions shifted. Without another word, they turned and left, cursing under their breath.

She was my only family. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself. "Promise me you won't scream when I tell you what's going on," I said, my voice barely a whisper. Liv's eyes widened, a mixture of confusion and concern flickering across her face. "What's going on?" I closed my eyes, waiting for a moment before finally speaking, releasing the words if wanted to say to someone since this whole swap started days ago, "I swapped places with Ashton," I confessed. The silence that followed my confession was so thick, a knife wouldn't be able to cut through it. Liv's face slowly turned pale, her eyes wide with shock. She blinked rapidly as if trying to process the information.

I challenged. He didn’t blink. Didn’t hesitate. Just lifted his phone and dialed. “Yes?” A woman answered from the front desk. “There’s been a mistake,” he said, tone cool and commanding. “I’m requesting an immediate swap to basic accommodation.” She apologized and asked for details. “Name: Dominic Vance. And the performer’s username…?” He lifted a brow at me. My whole world paused. “…MB,” I forced out. “Midnight Ballerina.” He repeated it smoothly. A few keystrokes later, the swap was approved.

Every month on the 15th is the day I swap lives with Melody Foster. 18 years ago, a hospital mix-up places our IVF embryos in each other's mothers. After the truth comes out, my biological parents want their real daughter, and my adoptive parents want theirs. They arrange for Melody and me to rotate between the two homes on a monthly basis, switching every 15th. From then on, I become the burden neither family wants. In whichever home Melody stays, there are endless snacks and drinks, thousands of dollars in monthly allowance, and the sunny bedroom is always reserved for her. In whichever home I stay, there's nothing but plain meals and a windowless storage room. 18 years later, I

“We have to request a different room.” “Are you that offended by the swans? We can just move them—” “It’s not about the swans!” She screeches. “I’m talking about there only being one bed.” “Oh,” He says, blinking. “Right.” “I specifically requested a room with two beds.” “I mean, our original room probably had two beds. I guess this room only has one because we got upgraded.” “It’s fine. I’ll just call the front desk and let them know we need a new room,” She says, heading over to the nightstand by the bed, where the room’s phone is.

I had never met a more disrespectful person than the pair. I walked to my room in anger. I was going to kill Jen and Kari for this. How did I end up with such annoying and uncaring friends? Kari had left me and moved in to live with her new boyfriend Ron. Apparently, he was more important than our friendship. On the other hand, Jen had agreed to the proposal that Ron's cousin, Alec should be my new roommate. Then, I the foolish girl had agreed without even knowing what type of person Alec was.