Swap Novels & Stories

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"What am I going to do with you, baby? You are so bloody cute and stubborn. I sure wish we hadn't gotten interrupted. I was sure looking forward to sinking into your sweet little body and having you claim me as mate." Her head butted his hand, and he stroked her between the ears. "I take it you're kind of sad too. Well, there's probably still enough time before the others get back from the search of the woods. That is if you can figure out how to swap shapes again. Or are you going to wait until your wolf does that for you again too?" He threw the taunt intentionally and waited. Sure enough, she stopped in her tracks and, with a mournful howl, switched bodies.

“Drink that. You need it.” Her nose wrinkled. “It’s the yellow one though. Who drinks the yellow one?” “I do!” Kev huffed, taking out a blue bottle and sliding that one over to her as she slid the yellow one back. “You’re a psychopath if you think the yellow one is better than blue.” “Then slap me on the ass and call me Ted Bundy.”

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

his reply confused me because his tone didn’t held any anger or sadness He somehow understood my expressions and replied to my unasked question “ yes a little disappointed but not angry at all because it was my choice to marry her not hers so I should accept her with all her secrets.” “ Secrets…..huhhh they were lies” I sneered “ No Night. Lieing is assertion that is believe to be false. But they never lied. They just didn’t tell the truth. Try to put yourself in their shoes. What would your thoughts be if you get switched into an unknown person’s body in an unknown world? according to you Sandra was switched on wedding Night. Just think how much she would be sacred being married to an unkno

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

He was a key piece, one that needed to be carefully maneuvered, or removed altogether. The figure watched as the man’s car disappeared around a corner, then turned away from the window, moving to a desk cluttered with documents, maps, and a laptop. They sat down and began typing, their fingers moving swiftly over the keys. Each keystroke was a calculated move in the intricate chess game they were playing—a game where every player was a potential pawn or a threat.

“Okay, sir.” “This is the switch. And it does hurt a lot to be hit with.” He places the switch back on the bed and picks up another tool. “This is a paddle. It distributes the blow to a larger area but it’s smack will certainly burn. This is the cane, I’m sure you can see why it’s called that. It is not as flexible as the switch.” He places them all down on the bed again and then turns towards me.

"I didn't know. I really didn't..." "Captain!" An officer jogged over, holding up my alarm device. "Found it." Captain Larsen hit play. "It's just me lending out your battery. You're seriously calling the cops over that?" Hampton's voice blasted through the speakers. "Woo. Three points." Then the rest rolled out. Every word crystal clear. "Where's my medication?" "Juliet, don't be like that. I saw you only had two pills left. It looked... kind of sad. So I swapped them for the vitamins I take..."