Story Swap Novels & Stories

Back then, I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity. I then sent the money back to Rose, and we quickly got back together. Was she trying to use this as some kind of compensation for me, again? She seemed to have forgotten that for someone who had been hurt, gestures like this never meant anything—they only eased the giver's conscience. Without hesitation, I transferred the money back. Almost immediately, the transfer failed—Rose had closed the account. I was wondering what to do next when a friend messaged me. We ended up chatting for a while, and by the time we were done, it was late. I let it slip from my mind.

“It’s called Thorns and Roses. We’ll go around the table, and everyone shares one good thing—your ‘rose’—and one not-so-good thing—your ‘thorn’—that happened today.” Ella’s face lit up at the thought of that. “Can I go first?” she asked eagerly. “Of course, sweetheart.” She straightened in her chair, her little hands folded in front of her like she was making a grand announcement. “My rose is the picnic! I liked making flower crowns and eating sandwiches.” She paused, frowning slightly. “My thorn is… um… oatmeal for breakfast. It wasn’t very yummy.” Grace’s face tightened, but Zoe giggled, nodding in agreement. “Me too! Oatmeal is the worst. But my rose is spending time with Mommy and Ella t

He turns his back to me as he reaches inside his shower and turns it on. “I just haven’t really heard from her much, that’s all.” Cade pushes his pajama pants down, stripping to everything but his boxer briefs. “Dad is keeping everyone busy, and the cafe has been packed recently too, so maybe that’s why?” I chew on my lip a little. It isn’t like Pippa to not be good about responding, but I don’t say anything else. “Guess what?” I ask. “What?” “They’ve loved everything up to the halfway mark. I don’t have to do any rewrites which means I can start writing the second half.”

And now it was too late. She swallowed, blinking back tears. A pity she hadn’t been driving faster when her hands had slipped on the steering wheel of her Aston Martin. A pity she hadn’t crashed into a speeding train instead of the postbox. Eleven years of her life were wasted for nothing. Gabriel had managed to keep his company in spite of her stolen documents. He’d tricked her into marrying him. And worst of all, she was pregnant with his child. Her enemy won the war… or perhaps not yet…

Julia's face was ghostly pale as she begged for mercy. "It was… It was someone I found. T-There's someone in Senton City who can swap bodies for a few days, and then things will return to normal. Norman, I just love you too much. Cindy gets to have you every day, and I'm going crazy with jealousy. I never wanted to hurt her… I just want to spend a few more days with you!" But Julia's confession didn't move Norman. All he could think about was that I was gone, and what he should do now that I didn't want him anymore.

when footsteps hit the top of the stairs. We all pause and look up. Jaxon appears, barefoot, wearing loose sweats and one of my old hoodies that he definitely stole. His hair is messy, his eyes half-lidded like he’s still half-asleep. He stands there for a second, blinking down at us like we’re a strange dream he stumbled into. “Are we... gambling?” His voice is scratchy with sleep. Quinn waves a hand. “Nah, just friendly theft between teammates.”

He took the faux leather scalopped purse from the shelf and showed it to me. "I believe this one would look well on her. She would most likely appreciate it,” he said with a smile on his face. "Hello there, Sir! Do you think you'd be interested in buying it?” The saleslady said, she was smiling as she arrived and went to us. I noticed that the other saleslady who was standing nearby was staring at Zeeve. She was pretending to fix the bags, despite the fact that they were nicely organized. Oh, Zeeve, you're such a show-stealer.

He passed right back out. I was washing my hands when Dorothy showed up behind me. That smug look. The attitude. Like she'd already won. "Abigail, aren't you going to congratulate me? I finally have my own happiness." I let out a soft laugh, grabbed a paper towel, and dried my hands. "Stealing someone else's happiness—that's your idea of true love?"

Cale said. "Processing what?" "The sensation of motion," Cale said. "Without the nausea. My vestibular system is adapting." "That's good." "And the colors," Cale added. "The green is... very green today." "It's summer, Cale." "It is vibrant." Mitchell turned around again. "Okay, while we drive... let's talk about the interview. The angle." "The angle is the truth," Elion said. "The truth is messy," Mitchell said. "My editor wants a narrative. 'Star-Crossed Lovers on the Run'. 'The Billionaire Bully'. We need a hook."