Switch Body Swap Novels & Stories

Blood sprayed in all directions as the man screamed in agony. "That was quite the performance!" Applause suddenly rang out as a man dressed in white appeared from behind the door, with a woman in his arms. He sat on the couch across from me and cocked his eyebrow slightly, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "You're quite ruthless, aren't you?" I looked up at him calmly and matched his gaze. "I was only protecting myself." I watched as he undid the buttons on his shirt, exposing his toned abs with a rebellious flair. I knew in an instant that the man before me was Dominic—my husband in this lifetime.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Quinn?" Quinn Sullivan suppressed the conflicting emotions in her gaze and nodded. She opened her phone and deleted her name from the electronic wedding invitation she had prepared, replacing it with Jasmine Shaw's. Upon seeing that, her best friend, Stella Harper, glanced at her worriedly. Once Quinn was done amending the invitation, she sent it to Stella. "Have someone send this out the day before the wedding, and replace all the photos and videos with ones of Nicholas and Jasmine. I'll be leaving Heathridge on the day of the wedding," she said.

Another added with a smug tone, "Let me remind you, Serena. The Johanssen family has a reputation to uphold. Don't do anything inappropriate. Just because Maisie is sick doesn't mean you can swap her with a different child that you conceived with God knows who." How ironic. They didn't realize that the real swap had taken place ten years ago! "I didn't give birth to Maisie ten years ago. I had given birth to this boy here instead. When Maisie fell ill recently, I discovered that I wasn't a compatible bone marrow donor for her despite being her supposed birth mother. "In fact, we're not even genetically related. Yet my so-called best friend, Margaret Lonsdale, turned out to be a perfect match

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.

She eventually focused entirely on me, her eyes narrowing as she examined my face. "So, it's you. Don't get cocky. I'm carrying his son. Your little certificate won't stand up against that." She pushed her stomach forward like a trophy. "Let's be real—you've just been keeping my spot warm. I'm back now. Move aside and hand him over." I gave a soft laugh. "Let's start with the basics: abortions are quick. Divorces take forever, more so when there's money on the table. "Also? The baby's not even born. You don't know what it is. Even if it's a boy, what makes you so sure he'll be born healthy? Or that he's even Lucas'?"

Seth grabbed the corner of my shirt while still lying in bed. He glanced at the counter. "I promise I’ll never cheat on you again after going through all of this. I'll do my very best to take care of you and the baby. I'm sorry. Can you give me another chance?" Things had already ended up this way. Sorrow was the only thing left in my heart. I shook my head and finally turned to look at him. "Have you ever considered how you would’ve treated me if it weren't for this body switch? It's too late for us, Seth."

Just then, the man noticed my eyes were open. He cried, "Doctor, she's awake!" I stared at him, unable to process anything due to my throbbing head. "Who are you?" The man's expression went from agitation to surprise. Then, a hint of something odd flitted in his eyes. "I'm Evan Quill." I thought I saw a trace of concern in his expression, but it was gone in the next second. He smiled awkwardly and backed up, pushing the man beside him toward the bed.

" You see, it's not like you are adopted, Kathy you are not. There were some mistakes in the past, we recently found out about this a few days ago. My dear, you two were switched at birth. You and Keisha were switched at birth. Katherine, Carmilla is your real Mother and Keisha is our daughter, but don't worry you will still be our daughter, our princess just like before. " What! Katherine threw her head in the Air in exasperation. You…!. Noooo! She screamed her lungs out. This isn't happening, please tell me this is all a lie! Mommy, I don't want to be her daughter! I won't accept this! I won't go back to that woman! She's not my mother! Am not poor! We are rich, daddy! Please, don't give m

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

He walked towards a mirror on the wall and when he opened his eyes, his green irises covered his narrow pupils like a snake. "Hmm, darling, I don't understand why that offends you so much, That's a face any woman would kill for." Switch, is a skill shared by a Player and their Avatar, allowing each to exchange powers and bodies. Thanks to the system, Midgard was able to do the quests in Dora's place, but combined with the strange nature of the latter's powers, she could take a certain amount of his attributes, in the forms of his personas, and thanks to his dimensional magic, they had accessed a form of teleportation.