Soft Swapping Novels & Stories

He just stood there staring at me lost in thoughts. After what seemed like few minute he said “speak” “Night I am not Enola!.... I am soul from different universe who has switched soul with the owner of this body. my real name is Sandra Holland. We were switched on the wedding Night. All this time I have been looking for a way to return to my world and so the Enola but now I don’t want to return as I have fallen for you but Enola thought otherwise and wanted to return but she lost the clock which connects us. So she took Grace’s clock and tried to communicate with me. she didn’t knew it was against the rules of clock and now the clock want to punish her but to do that her original body has t

Damian tried to help Hugo lose weight, but Hugo couldn't stop sneaking snacks at school. He even managed to keep him off meat for two whole days—until Caleb and Betty showed up with a giant slab of pork. Hugo's eyes lit up. He looked ready to eat it raw. For once, Damian snapped. He yelled at Caleb and Betty, grabbed the pork, and chucked it out the window. But those two didn't get it. They kept insisting Hugo needed more food to "stay strong."

"Carrie, this is my only wish. Please don't refuse me again." … Caroline finally agreed to fund my research project. I threw myself completely into the experiments, but the pain my body was in constantly slowed me down. When it became so unbearable that I broke out in cold sweats and could barely breathe, I asked the system whether it could alleviate my suffering. For once, the system didn't sound so cold and mechanical. There was even a hint of pity in its voice. "Host, all things follow the law of cause and effect. I've recorded every hardship you've suffered in this world. That way, once you return to the real world, your health will be restored. You're essentially cashing in your future

" My wife, Gemma Hawkins, fumed, pointing at my nose in my spacious office. Half an hour ago, Gemma and I had gone to the company's most important tender meeting of the year with an intern and my assistant. When it was my turn to present, I had, as usual, confidently taken the microphone. But when the client had asked a question, I, who should have answered it smoothly and professionally, had instead stumbled over my words before breaking into a folk song. The scene had stunned everyone in the room. Gemma's expression had hardened on the spot, and she had demanded to know what on earth I was doing. I had wanted to explain, but the second I opened my mouth, another folk song had escaped my li

She sipped on her soup as she hurled insults at me. "You got my son killed and birthed a worthless brat in return! You're not getting any of this soup!" This happened on the day my daughter was born. Had I been reborn? I remembered just moments ago, the child who I'd painstakingly raised had unplugged my oxygen supply and then chatted away with the nanny happily. It was then I'd discovered my child had been swapped shortly after birth. I'd died in agony, filled with betrayal and despair. At present, Doris flung her spoon into the thermal container and slammed it onto the bedside table.

"What's wrong, Cindy? Are you feeling sick?" When she looked up in his arms, Julia was wearing her own face once again. Norman recoiled in shock, shoving Julia away. "Julia? Cindy? What's happening?" Julia was just as confused. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Norman opened the letter that came with the divorce certificate with trembling hands. [Norman, I don't know why, but Julia and I swapped bodies. Maybe you should ask her. But I know everything you did to her and to me these past few days. You disgust me.

Mia, from the second row, said, very quietly, "He wasn't wrong." "Reset," Ava said. They reset. She ran the transition three more times. On the fourth she made a minor adjustment to the entry angle of the back formation, a small shift, unannounced, that had nothing to do with anything Mason had said, and the transition ran clean. Mia said nothing. Sofia said nothing. Ava kept her face exactly where it was. After practice she found Noah in the corridor outside the gym, waiting with his practice bag over his shoulder and the particular patience of someone who had been there long enough to have settled into it.