Swapnote Nikki Novels & Stories

she agreed and the two went somewhere private as how the model described. "So, have you received my latest mail?" she inquired, setting off the conversation and Gabbie could only look at her with utter skepticism. "Ok, so you are the one who's sending me those photos?" Niki chortled, "Yup," she brazenly admitted, without any piece of shame. "From the very start?" "Yup," and she drank a little portion of her macchiato. Gabbie is now so amazed at how she can be so confident right now as if she has done the simplest thing but has affected extremely huge in her life. "Because you wanted to ruin our relationship?"

"I guess you don't read all the emails, do you?" "We had changed security companies. I knew that part, but how?" Nikki laughs again. "And I am the site leader for the event. That was in the email on ten twelve at ten-hundred hours, Father. Get your S.A. up." Nikki is twenty-nine. She had done a tour or two in the Army, Military Police and then tried being a cop. Too many rules and too many people looking to destroy you, so she went into private security and now she is in my convention hall, fucking up my sex life. Okay, that's mean. I love the girl and haven't seen her for over a year, but I can't be doing my thing knowing that my eagle-eyed kid could be watching. What I do to amuse myself i

Her body was heavily wounded, and because of that, she could not fight him head on. Gritting her teeth, Niki continued eating. However, she was still dismayed as she muttered, "My name is not Nicole. I'm Niki." Seeing that Nicole had sat back down to resume eating, Jared returned to his seat once again. Then, he passed the document, which he had prepared earlier, to Nicole.

When our eyes met, I knew. She was Julia Harrison. Our bodies had swapped. I wanted to grab her to the side and ask what was going on, but she simply winked at me. "Julia, come in. I'll tell you some interesting stories." She was giving me a signal, so I went along and followed her inside. Norman hurried after us, sounding a little flustered. "Cindy, why are you letting this woman disturb our time together?" But in a place Julia couldn't see, Norman squeezed my hand lightly. I awkwardly pulled my hand away.

Catherine, still shaking from the ordeal, said, "Harper, thank goodness you called the police first. Otherwise… I might have actually believed it. How could I have been so stupid? There's no such thing as a free lunch." I comforted her. "You were just desperate to help your family, that's all. Here, our dorm friends pooled a little money. Take it for now." Catherine cried, overwhelmed with gratitude. The young officer who had come to our aid approached me with a smile. "You're brave for your age. I've been here twice because of you." Then he extended his hand. "I'm Jason Kirk. It's a pleasure to meet you." I was speechless. …

"Sorry, everyone. It looks like I'll be changing brides today." He sounded almost proud of himself. "My maid of honor, Talia Cross, surpasses Elise in every aspect. She's prettier, hotter, and better overall. You're all my witnesses. Elise and I are over. And let me be clear—I'll never take her back even if she begs me to forgive her." I said nothing as I looked at his smug face, my smile deepening with each ridiculous word pouring out of his mouth. Whispers immediately erupted through the crowd.

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 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.

She hastily recounted, "I swapped the babies myself. You were in the hospital room at that time, and when you were discharged the next day, the baby you took was mine!" I looked at her without a trace of grief and replied, "Yes, you swapped the babies." "Then why..." Finally, Christine realized the horrifying possibility. Her face, weathered by time and hatred, filled with terror. She clutched her chest and heaved violently. "Lana, you…" Next to her, Doris fell to the floor in bewilderment. I spoke slowly. "Christine, you thought you were smooth. However, I already knew about the swap. I swapped the babies back the very same day."

Rock mumbled as he motioned for Jess. Nikini’s eyes met Jess’s and a small gasp left her lips; she stared amongst Jess silently for a moment. Jess said nothing as well. It was awkward seeing someone who thought was your friend and ended up betraying you. Nikini and Jess haven’t spoken since they met as children and Nikini was just how Jess had remembered. She had sleek black hair that wrapped around her waistline and the same side bangs that covered one of her eyes. She was just as beautiful and mysterious as Jess remembered, maybe even more so.