Story Swap Novels & Stories

Blood is thicker than water, and nothing you do can change the fact that we're family. Instead of arguing, I reached into my purse, pulled out my phone, and brought up a photo. I held the screen right in front of his eyes. It was a picture of the back of my hand from three years ago—raw, blistered, and horribly mutilated. The scalded skin was a bloody, infected mess, left completely untreated until the flesh around it had turned swollen and red. "Stephanie did this to me." I swiped to the next few photos. They documented my forcefully shaved head, followed by the nude photos Stephanie had taken of me after ripping my clothes off.

James moan. As the cold water enveloped their bodies, a warm feeling grew more intense. The water flowed over their naked skin, creating a shine where they touched. As their mutual desire flared up, Edgar became bolder. Their bodies intertwined, disregarding logic and sanity. Seconds passed, and Edgar’s phone ringing outside the bathroom began to disrupt his focus, prompting Dr. James to signal for a momentary pause.

I grab my phone from my nightstand drawer and log into Twitter. People are already talking about the game. I so much want to ignore all the negative tweets that I see so I quickly check if Elsa is online and truly she is. I sent her a message. (Hey babe, can't sleep?) She replies a few seconds later and I smile as I read her message. (I'm doing my homework, Mr. Black. I'm a student.) Witty. I like it. (I want to see your face. I'll video call you on W******p.)

I had to be because there was no way I was seriously thinking about Andreas Thorne in such manner. The waiter came and took our order, offering a polite smile before leaving us in the growing silence. I wrapped my fingers around the cup in front of me, staring at the steam rising from the coffee. I could feel Andreas shift in his seat, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lean forward slightly, his expression tense. He cleared his throat, the sound making my stomach twist in anticipation. "I want to start by apologizing," he said, his voice low but steady, "for how I acted when I found out about the swap."

Nola was already waiting for a detailed plan for next week’s presentation, and she wasn’t exactly the patient type. God… my stomach was already twisting itself into knots, and I hadn’t even had my second coffee yet. I moved closer to the windows, still draped in black fabric, and tried to imagine the mannequins striking their silent poses behind the glass. Sharp silhouettes. A palette of colors that would make people gasp before they even realized their credit cards had magically leapt out of their wallets. I narrowed my focus, letting intuition take over. I added a few rough sketches to my iPad, tuning out the drills buzzing and the construction workers yelling at each other.

“spill it.“ I tried sounding as flat as I could so she wouldn't play games. “The thing is...“ she began, adjusting her chair closer to mine.“When I got picked last year, Mrs. Nora Williams had also offered me a job as a maid in her house. But I'd gotten expelled after a week in Greygott high. She'd said it was okay for me to keep my job but I was broken to stick around much longer. When I was leaving, she told me I was free to come back anytime for the job or I could bring a replacement of my choice. “Okay...?“ I drawled, not getting where this talk was leading us to. “Don't you get it?“ “As a matter of fact, I don't.“ “You could go as my replacement!“ she squealed delightedly. I was too sho

Zacharias sold whatever valuables he had and wrote to his family just to take out a loan. In the end, he gathered 500 dollars and gave it to Christina. Christina married John, and she looked glamorous. Once we got married, I gave Zacharias an IOU and told him I'd pay him back. "You don't have to." He tore the IOU apart. "Money's not important. Sometimes a harder life works wonders for a scholar." He turned on the lamp and started reading, his face unreadable. I stared at his profile and was reminded of his end in my previous life.

Another shot. Time slows.

It was her father calling. With that, she put on a jacket and hurried out of the dormitory. It was clear she was hiding from me and wanted to avoid a conversation. I sat still for a long time before returning to bed and texted Job. [How am I supposed to verify who swapped their destiny with mine?] He replied, [The person will be carrying something that belongs to you at all times. [The moment the act is done, their fortune will immediately change for the better. Their life will be transformed.]