Story Swap Novels & Stories

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.

Despite that, I had not received a single call back from Carter. I laughed bitterly. Somehow, the ache in my heart hurt more than the physical injuries I suffered. When did things between us get this bad? Just then, a weird little tune shattered my reverie. I glanced at my phone. A random page and notification had popped up. "Love Pawnshop: Trade your love for a shot at redemption." I read it out softly, with a volume that was barely above a whisper. That must have triggered Siri because a tiny avatar appeared on-screen. "Welcome to the Love Pawnshop," it said, its voice robotic and clipped. "Would you like to pawn your love?"

The phone she used as Lucienne Gray. She instinctively tried to open the phone with her fingerprint but it didn't open. She blinked twice and inputted her password, opening the phone. It was a mail that she had been waiting for, the mail from Winston's Corporations. She had gotten the job. A happy smile parted her lips, followed by a quick transition of her facial expression. She could not go for the job, she was not Lucienne Gray who applied for a job at Winston's Corporations, for now but Cherry who was the wife of the CEO of Winston's Corporations.

" 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…"

"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

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.

I muttered into his chest. " I know my love and I am sorry too. I got carried away with work that I didn't keep track of the time" He apologized playing with my unkept hair "But I promise to make it up for making you worry' he added. Only a kiss will wash away my worries.

a better man than Elias, or that fucking Lorenzo and Lucy's dad. "What's the second strategy?" "Take her out on a date but since it's just the beginning, and she still hates you a lot, don't use the word 'date' when you ask her out. She would get pissed off that you're going against your agreement so simply make something up, something convincing. You could take her to the beach, to other cool places but mind you, when you do take her out, you have to be the one sorting out the bills, one of the women I..."

Engine running. Waiting. END SCENE

Right in front of national TV, my parents cried their hearts out and told everyone how much they missed me. That got the Internet's pity, and their business grew. After I was taken back home, my sister, Melanie Shaw, was kind and friendly to me. She was beautiful and adorable. I was happy to have a sister like her, and I thought her kindness was real. And then one day, I saw her tossing food on her own bed while she thought no one was looking. She then cried and went to our father, telling him that I did that to her. Though I could speak normally after I grew up, I still stuttered when my nerves got the better of me. Panicked, I explained, "I… I didn't, Dad… I…"