Story Swap Novels & Stories

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?"

“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.

"Wasn't I clear in my drawing? Death by car accident." "Are you nuts? The male lead got run over by a car on the day of his proposal? Aren't you afraid your readers would run you over instead?" The editor's words prompted a chuckle from Noelle. "They won't. They don't even know who I am." "But I do! Babe, don't play with me like that. If I upload this version, I'll receive curses and threats and—" "Relax. I'll bring it full circle later." "For real? Will the male lead be rebirthed? Or is it time travel? Come on! Give me a spoiler!"

To win votes for the school's annual honors award, my stingy roommate picked rotten fruit out of the trash and made it into fruit cups for our classmates. The moment I found out, I rushed to stop them from eating it. Instead, they accused me of being jealous and tore into me for trying to ruin their chances. That very night, they were rushed to the hospital with severe food poisoning. Afterward, my roommate framed me, claiming I had deliberately poisoned the fruit because I did not want her to win the school honors award. She even hid a bottle of pesticide in my locker and convinced our other two roommates to lie for her. With no way to prove my innocence, I became the target of furious

So that's why the pain is still there, although the werewolf's healing process is faster, just like the vampire you see in the Twillight series. So I'm not in that much pain. William showed a guilty look, throughout the fuck he was reluctant to let go so I had a hard time keeping up. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so hasty,” William said, slipping his hand inside my shirt. Rubbing the skin of my stomach. Comfortable, is the word I can say. “It's not your fault, it's normal. Because I just had a miscarriage.” The rumbling sound was clearly heard up there, and also the wind was blowing so hard. We were so engrossed in our lovemaking that we didn't realize it was cloudy.

She gasped as the cup fell to the floor, shattering on the floor. "Are you okay?" Damien asked, holding her by her arm and moving a step closer to her, barely able to contain the smell of the spilled green tea but with that closer step, another smell drifted into his nose.... The body spray. His facial expression changed quickly and he took two steps backwards. "What did you use?"

" I hit the gas and drove off. I returned the gift, went back to my apartment, and packed my things. Now all I had to do was wait for the appointment—then I'd be moving in with my new groom. After dinner, one of my studio colleagues called. I braced myself, thinking she was going to tell me we'd lost money on canceled wedding flowers. I was about to say I'd cover it—but she was crying. "Ms. Powell, what do we do? The national floral exhibition project—Derek stole it. They bid half our price. "But the flowers are already on the way. If we lose the deal, we eat the cost ourselves. That's easily over a million…"

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

"Juliet, good news. The medical device company agreed to your condition. They're setting aside five million to launch the 'HeartShield Foundation' for underprivileged heart patients." "That's amazing." I actually meant it. "They want to meet next week to go over details." "I'm free anytime." After we hung up, warmth spread through me. Maybe none of this was pointless. If my story helped even one heart patient, then the nightmare meant something. That night, an anonymous email hit my inbox. It was from Hampton. Sent from prison. [Dear Juliet, By the time you read this, I've started my sentence. I know an apology doesn't change anything, but I'm sorry. I failed the two years we had. I failed y