Sans Swap Novels & Stories

Anger and disgust were apparent on my face. "You don't understand, do you? I told you that our bonding ceremony is canceled, and we're no longer affiliated with each other! If there's something wrong with your comprehension, you should schedule a visit with a healer! "I admit that while I did want to get someone to pretend to form a bond with, I ended up meeting my fated mate! He's a lot better than you, that's for sure! "I'm slowly falling in love with him. Not to mention, I've already formed a mate bond with him! As for you, Vincent Sawyer… You and I are no longer together!"

If you take even one single grain, I swear I'll end your life right here! Christina wasn't afraid at all. Her eyes darted, proof that she was hatching another plan. Then she turned to the onlookers. "The Shaws might be stingy, but we are not! After I take the food, I'll share it with you! One pound of food for everyone who helps!" Winter was hard to survive, especially when the harvest season did not produce anything well. The people swarmed us and knocked my hoe off my hand. Then all of them helped Christina take my food away.

Paid back—with interest. For the first time in forever, the future felt like ours. The storm was over, and the sun? Finally shining.

“She came from nothing. Nikolai picked her up and gave her family a share of the company. It was a mistake from the beginning. When she died, it broke my son. He became rude even to Betty, and she had to leave for a while. I’m glad she’s back. Now go speak to your father. Make this deal happen.” She left me standing there on the balcony, the breeze suddenly feeling colder. I went back inside, my mind spinning. I needed to get out of this house, even if it was just to Chloe’s father’s place. Maybe there I could find real answers about the body swap. I changed into something simple, packed a small bag I didn’t really need, and went downstairs. One of the drivers approached me politely. “Ma’am,

"What is this? How is this possible? Weren't you carrying triplets?" "Did someone swap the three babies?" The moment I walked in, all three men turned on me. Quinn rushed up to me. "Fiona, you were jealous that Jennifer gave birth to triplets, so you planned this. You swapped them out with this thing. I thought you'd actually changed for the better, but you were just waiting for the chance to steal our children." Grayson pointed at me and cursed. "I've never met anyone as vicious as you. Not only did you steal the babies, but you even replaced them with this cursed thing to frighten us."

"You are right" "Perhaps if we can get the both of you together, you can swap souls again and Miss. Cherry would be back in her body" "We have to keep this a secret until we get back your body. No one should know about this or else, we might even be in danger. We'd better not cause any ruckus and just settle things" Diana mumbled. "Then let's go get my body right away, it must still be in the sewage hole... Gosh, my body" the thoughts of her body in a sewage made her cringe.

"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

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."