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

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…

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.

"You know exactly what we're about to face. But it doesn't matter—we'll be free of his control sooner if we make this money." I smiled quietly, saying nothing. Around us, a few other girls were watching. Axel began his manipulative pitch, telling them the only way to go to Zandumore was through fake marriages. He promised all the husbands would be respectable, high-quality men to reassure everyone.

Arman asked. "A bottle filled with poison would do, right?" Neha replied sarcastically. "I told my friend that you are giving me a Rolex watch with iPhone X." Arman replied. "Yes, in your dreams. I'm not giving you anything." Neha replied in an angry tone. Arman grabbed her by her arms and pinned her by the wall. "I already have told my friends, now you have to give me a Rolex watch and an iPhone or you'll regret the consequences." Arman replied through his gritted teeth.

Because of her, Sir Dan and I were able to work in the same company before I transferred to my current one. Hahaha. That was all he could respond. I think I have a person in mind. It took 3 days for Sir Dan to get back at me. Hi. I think I found a match for you. I can't believe what I was reading. Woow! That was fast! I replied to his message. Can I have a sneak peek? haha. I also wanted to know something about the guy before meeting him. Sir Dan forwarded a link to the guy's instapix portfolio. Looking at the link alone, I can already know the profession.

But Knox hadn’t seemed interested. “If he still won’t go for it,” Wes mused, “I’ll distract her.” Vivienne’s chest squeezed painfully. “It would be easier if he fucked Celeste,” Wes continued, tone light and easy. “But…” He shrugged. “We can’t have Maddox getting annoyed and leaving, can we?” Vivienne’s stomach twisted. “Listen carefully.” Her gaze lifted toward him, heart thundering painfully. “There’s a remake in the works,” Wes said, voice low and sharp. “An old movie called Faded Wounds.”

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