Story Swap Novels & Stories

We had struggled through thick and thin, and just this year, our company had finally started to hit its stride, with revenues crossing the 10-million mark. What a "true love" she had—coming back only when our company became successful! Just as I was thinking this, the screen flickered again, revealing two new lines of text. [The soul-swap system has been activated. You may designate two individuals to swap souls. [Available subjects: Declan, Camilla. Do you wish to swap their souls? Yes. No.] I couldn't wait to see what would happen once the "dream girl" got a taste of Declan's life—his body, his wealth. I'd love to see if she still believed in "true love" then.

I had no other choice but to call Gemma for help, but she and Leon had been busy celebrating the hundreds of millions of dollars in dividends they were about to receive. In the end, I had been beaten to death in the dead of winter. Right before I lost consciousness, I had heard a cold, robotic voice. "Dalton Brown has lost all vital signs. Removing target from the exchange system…" The agony of the steel pipes shattering my bones had still been coursing through my body, and my whole body had gone cold. In this life, I was determined to figure out exactly how Leon had swapped everything with me! I swore I would never let history repeat itself!

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

Looking at Jennifer's innocent smile now, I wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and cut her into a thousand pieces to avenge myself. Still, heaven took pity on how miserably I died in my last life and gave me a second chance. They let me come back to deal with these four scum, and I even awakened the Pregnancy Swap System. Seeing that I had not responded, Jennifer's syrupy voice rang out again. "You don't think it's terrible, do you, Fiona? I'm not very good at making wine, but I picked every plum myself. I chose only the best and largest ones and spent two whole months preparing this."

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.

This meant that not only was he aware of the plan to switch the wedding cars, but he even knew about my plan to fake my death. "Just who are you?" I questioned. Smiling, Hugo passed me a glass of water. I looked down and saw the tattoo on his wrist. Instantly, I whipped my head up to stare at him in disbelief. "You're W?" Hugo nodded in the affirmative, flashing a pleased grin at me. "Joanna, be it eight years ago or now, I've done everything I said I'd do for you. To make things fair, shouldn't you also agree to do something for me?"

He slaps me in the side of the head, grabbing my attention. "Focus!" he scolds, his face hard. "The fight is in two days." He reminds me. I nod, narrowing my eyes on his hands as I spar with him. "You're not wearing out as quickly, that's good." Camden praises. "I'd like to take praise for that, keeping you in my bed probably helped with that," he states smug. I roll my eyes. "I wouldn't go that far." "Tate, this is Reba, she is going to be your wardrobe." Debs states from outside the ring.

“So, they want something that is going to really drive up their summer traffic and make old customers get new watches.” “Okay,” I said, opening my own file on Swap, except my file was on my computer. It’s the 21st century, this girl is really good-looking, but I don’t know why she is keeping things in manila folders still. I opened a couple of files on projects that we had done for Swap over the past few years. As I began to look at the old files, a brilliant idea occurred to me, brainstorms were a lot easier when the brain is loose. “Want a drink?” I asked.

That was because I knew she wasn't truly seeking forgiveness. She had made another deal with the system. All she needed was for me to say I didn't blame her or that I wasn't angry anymore, and she'd be able to swap our weights again in an instant. I also learned that our weights couldn't be changed once the system locked in a new body weight. That meant she would never gain her weight back, no matter how much she ate. She would be stuck looking like a half-starved, barely human stick figure forever. The thought almost made me smile.