Sisters Swap Novels & Stories

“So, who are you? And how did you get into this body? I never really believed soul swapping could be real.” "I never thought soul swapping was real",I said in my head too. “I don’t think I ever thought of that too,I didn't expect it", I said then my eyes darted around, trying to see if there was anyone else in the room before I continued. “There’s no one. You can talk,” Jane said. "Alright fine, I just needed to be sure", I added. “I’m Jenna. Damon’s mate", I blurted out The sharp, audible gasp from her cage echoed in the quiet room.

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

“Only one sister—Harper Perry. She’s currently the personal assistant to Alpha Julian Everhart, heir of the Everhart Clan.” Even now, Harper tried to argue her way out—until the great doors swung open. “…Harper, I’m sorry.” Her voice was hoarse, low. It was Abe Perry herself. The hall exploded in uproar. “God… they’re identical!” “If they swapped places, who could tell the difference?” Harper’s pupils contracted sharply. Her strength seemed to drain away as she staggered back a few steps, muttering under her breath, “Impossible… her scent was flawless… how could she be caught?”

Eric looked as if he was going to jump over the porch and find a way to escape. Carina sneered. She ended her twin sisters by pulling them into her embrace. "Stop scaring him, girls. You've got a fiance after all. So don't spoil it." They giggled. Two identical female versions of sixteen years old, with chocolate colored hair, navy blue eyes, and long slender legs stood in front of her. One has braces, the other doesn't. Carina bet their teacher was grateful for the distinction. Her two younger siblings are very naughty and they always enjoy playing swap games with each other.

~I had her removed. He hadn't been jilted. He hadn't been outsmarted by my mother's sudden twin swap. The untouchable king of the city had deliberately plucked my sister out of existence hours before the wedding of the century. My knees buckled beneath the weight of the realization, and I collapsed onto the plush carpeted floor of the panic room. Suddenly, a faint, metallic vibration trembled through the floorboards beneath me. Ding. The elevator doors had opened. Damian and the federal marshals were officially inside the penthouse.

Madam Lucy concluded as she stripped off her hand gloves, while the two women sighed. "It's fine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Annah. I am Savannah, the older sister, and she is Brianna, my younger sister. I am 26, and she is 22," Savannah came to meet me and offered me a handshake, but her sister didn't as she glanced away to my baby on the bed. "It's a pleasure to meet you too," I told Savannah with relief as I accepted her hand for a handshake. "You're welcome," she replied.

It had been many years into the marriage when I finally learned about the truth. It turned out that my mother, Erica Jones, had drugged me on my wedding day and let my sister take my place at the ceremony simply because my sister also liked my fiancé. My breathing grew rapid. Back then, Mom told me that I had suddenly fainted during the wedding. So that my fiancé wasn't suddenly left at the altar, she had no choice but to let my twin sister, Diana Halliwell, marry him in my stead!

They probably would not have even let her wear these clothes if it were not for this family dinner at the restaurant. In my memories, Cassie was always dirty. My sister, Bianca Sawyer, would always do something to her face before letting me see her. Sometimes, it was mud, sometimes ash from the stove, and sometimes, she would even use her eyebrow pencil to draw marks on Cassie's face. Those strange behaviors I had overlooked in my previous life now made perfect sense. Cassie's features were identical to mine, and I blamed myself for being so blind all these years. As I used a wet wipe to clean Cassie's face, I noticed some swelling and distinct fingerprints on her cheeks. Before I could exa

Hunter added, ignoring Helena’s sharp glance. The tension at the table was thick enough to cut with one of the sterling silver knives beside our plates. “Well,” Iris said, clearly trying to change the subject, “I think it’s wonderful how you’re all supporting each other through this process. It can’t be easy.” If she only knew. There was nothing wonderful about it. Just desperation, manipulation, and my own pathetic inability to say no to my sister. “Yes,” Margo agreed, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Grace has always been so accommodating. Haven’t you, dear?”

Right after my C-section, still groggy from the anesthesia, he held Finn and asked, "Jen thinks he looks like she did as a baby. Don't you agree?" Later, Melvin kept badgering me until I pulled some strings to get Jenny into the top kindergarten in Crestford. Looking back, it finally hit me. Had Melvin known who I really was all along? I hastily left my bank card, with access to millions, with my best friend and rushed home, clutching my bag. I combed through the bags and jewelry in my walk-in closet. My heart dropped. The Hermès bag I'd won at Pavrielle's auction—one of only five ever made—had been swapped for a fake. The embroidered pearl clutch I'd secured through royal connections in Len