Novel & Cerita Swapped

“She came from nothing. Nikolai picked her up and gave her family a share of the company. It was a mistake from the beginning. When she died, it broke my son. He became rude even to Betty, and she had to leave for a while. I’m glad she’s back. Now go speak to your father. Make this deal happen.” She left me standing there on the balcony, the breeze suddenly feeling colder. I went back inside, my mind spinning. I needed to get out of this house, even if it was just to Chloe’s father’s place. Maybe there I could find real answers about the body swap. I changed into something simple, packed a small bag I didn’t really need, and went downstairs. One of the drivers approached me politely. “Ma’am,

Mia's and Finn’s cries mixed with Marissa’s shrieking drew attention from the neighbors. Slowly, people began gathering around, rubbing their sleepy eyes. After witnessing the scene, their eyes widened and a neighbor hurriedly chimed in, "Goodness gracious, Sophie, take it easy! Marissa’s old. She can’t handle that kind of rough treatment.” I spun toward them, my voice cutting through the murmur. "Oh, I’m supposed to take it easy on the woman who swapped my son for someone else’s child? She even tried to steal my parents’ inheritance and give it all to her granddaughter.

Mother nodded firmly, determined to find me a husband better than all three of those men combined. After Mother left, I strolled to the kitchen in high spirits to check on the pregnant sow in the pen. When the physician diagnosed Jennifer with triplets, I had already heard the news. At the time, I happened to overhear the servants mention that one of the pigs was also pregnant. A plan formed instantly. I decided to have the system swap the sow's litter with Jennifer's babies. Jennifer was now strutting around and flaunting her belly in front of me every day, completely unaware she was carrying piglets.

As my back slammed into the hard marble tabletop, the pain left me unable to get up for a moment. The middle-aged man coughed harshly, trying to catch his breath. His voice was hoarse and laced with fury as he spat curses. Unsatisfied, he approached again and delivered a heavy kick to my abdomen. I curled up, my face contorted in agony. It felt as if all my internal organs had been displaced. "Take a good look at the report." He threw two documents from the coffee table onto my face, his gaze from above filled with disgust and disdain as if I were some filthy creature. "My job here is done. I'll take my leave."

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"What's wrong, Cindy? Are you feeling sick?" When she looked up in his arms, Julia was wearing her own face once again. Norman recoiled in shock, shoving Julia away. "Julia? Cindy? What's happening?" Julia was just as confused. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Norman opened the letter that came with the divorce certificate with trembling hands. [Norman, I don't know why, but Julia and I swapped bodies. Maybe you should ask her. But I know everything you did to her and to me these past few days. You disgust me.

Final. The whole swap was doing something to my nervous system that I did not have adequate language for. That was the explanation. That was the only explanation I was accepting. Three people in a penthouse, two souls in the wrong bodies, weeks of proximity and high stakes and the permanent sense of standing on a floor that might give way at any moment — of course my instincts were misfiring. Of course my wolf was confused. She was operating in conditions that pack biology had not prepared any of us for, in a situation where the man I was married to looked like someone else and the man I was supposed to find nothing more than inconvenient looked like my husband and every sensory cue she had

Jonah lowered his head awkwardly. "Y-Yeah. This is Theo and Vivi's wedding, after all. How could I possibly take his place?" The call connected quickly. Ivy gave my ID number and asked for my landing time and airport location. After about half a minute of checking, she got an answer. "Ms. Carlton, Mr. Sterling didn't change his destination. He changed the timing. The flight that was originally scheduled to depart last night was moved to yesterday afternoon. He landed in Hawthorn at 8:00 pm last night."

“You don’t wanna turn back? Fine. But I don’t wanna crash, so, please, can you at least-“ As if on cue, the car drifted with Liviana’s attention, and a horn blared from their right in retaliation. “Oh, for the love of God!” Violet braced herself on the dash, shouting at Liviana to, “Please, be careful!” Livi gasped, swerving away from the sound and back into the center of her own lane. She kept her eyes on the road while she apologized. “I’m sorry! Shit, I’m so sorry,“ she blinked the sting of incoming tears away, blinking so fast it was almost as though she were trying to blink whatever bad thought brought them on out of existence, all while assuring the blonde that it was fine. She had it

“ there is no way back so give up the thought and accept your fate” My world fell hearing her say there was no way back! NO that can’t be. There has to be a way back. I need to talk to Sandra. She must have a way found a way. but how do I do that? my clock was left back at…….. Just as I was thinking on how to contact Sandra Grace spoke up “ I need my clock back” The clock! Now it was my turn to smile “ tell me Grace! The person you switched bodies with is sister of John? right!”