Sans Swap Novels & Stories

"So, my husband and I have never even touched each other. I am still a virgin wife, Hans! We even sleep in separate rooms. So please, don't worry about the surgery money anymore!" An overwhelming sense of relief flooded Hans's heart upon hearing Gwen's words. It meant that his real wife's soul and body were truly preserved over there. No, Gwen's original body was here with him, but right now, her soul belonged to Sienna Montgomery, who remained completely unaware of the soul swap.

I’m still pressed against Marcus, his body a warm, solid presence that I’m reluctant to leave. “A mistake?” Vanessa laughs, a sharp, brittle sound. “Lilian, the only mistake would be pretending this didn’t happen. That we didn’t all feel… whatever the hell this is.” She gestures between the four of us, her eyes gleaming with a reckless fire. “So, let’s stop pretending. Let’s just… do it.” Daniel stares at her, his expression unreadable. “Do what?” “The swap,” she says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “One week. No rules, no regrets. Just… us. Seeing what happens.” My heart hammers against my ribs. One week with Marcus.

"Honey, have we been too busy? You never called your family. Your sister just reached out to me." My heart seized. Elena? I hadn't contacted my family since the swap. At first, I was afraid my parents would yell at me. Later... I honestly just forgot. I rubbed my temples, took a deep breath, and with a trembling finger, called my mother. The screen lit up. The first thing I heard was my mother's booming roar. "You little shit! You finally remember us? Ghosting your family? Swapping places? Do you have any respect for me at all!"

Final. The whole swap was doing something to my nervous system that I did not have adequate language for. That was the explanation. That was the only explanation I was accepting. Three people in a penthouse, two souls in the wrong bodies, weeks of proximity and high stakes and the permanent sense of standing on a floor that might give way at any moment — of course my instincts were misfiring. Of course my wolf was confused. She was operating in conditions that pack biology had not prepared any of us for, in a situation where the man I was married to looked like someone else and the man I was supposed to find nothing more than inconvenient looked like my husband and every sensory cue she had

Everyone in our neighborhood knew me as the meek full-time housewife. I had no income and no social life. Every hour of every day went to the kitchen, my child, and my hypercritical mother-in-law, Sofia Carter. Yet when I woke up, I had somehow swapped bodies with my insufferably smug husband, Kevin Carter. My phone lit up as he sent one mocking message after another: [Olivia, you act like having a baby entitles you to lie around at home all day, watch the kid, and throw together a couple of meals.] [For your information, this swap is permanent. I can finally get some rest.] [Don't run your mouth at my office. That management job is way beyond what a brain that never even made it through col

But to my surprise, Rose exhaled deeply, her voice unusually calm. "Marcus, I know you're just saying that in anger. I'm not going to hold it against you. Stop joking around, okay? Talking about divorce like that is hurtful. And after all these years, we can't split up just like that. "I'll pretend you never said those things, so don't repeat them again. Oh, by the way, we got a last-minute notice. I have to go on a business trip for a couple of days. I'm giving you a month off. Take some time to cool down."

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

The nurse was visibly taken aback as she explained, "Sir, we live in an era of gender equality. So, a daughter is just as valuable." Before Dad could even process her words, the nurse had already held Juliette upright in front of his face. As soon as her features came into sharp focus, his pupils dilated. Just then, Mom charged out of the delivery room, screaming at the top of her lungs. "They swapped them. They swapped our baby!" She seized Dad's arm so tightly that her fingernails nearly dug into his flesh. "They're conspiring against me! They must be afraid we won't treat that little bastard! I know what I gave birth to; it was a boy!"

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!"

Beta Maximus clearly hated hearing that, but what I didn’t knew was what nobody has explained to him, and that was the power of the switched wolves, the gold and silver wolves of the strongest packs of the USA, had the biggest secret along side my pack, and Beta Maximus had zero idea over what was really going on. Knowing this shit was about to hit the fan I looked at my body to then whistle at him, getting his attention I link Calvin. ‘Let’s shoe and tell the powers of our mates.’ I tell him to which he walked closer to me. I have no idea how we were going to exchange our bodies but as he walked to me, Alpha Milo took something in his hand from the blue roses in the center of the coffee tab