Switched At Birth Books Novels & Stories

My father never brought it up again and I never bothered to ask. “When she had that prophecy, my birth mother panicked and switched me with another baby at the hospital,” she explained, much to my surprise. “There weren’t any boys born at the time so she couldn’t switch my brother. But she took someone else’s baby; the Alphas…” My heart hammered in my chest with each word that she spoke. Could it be true that her mother switched her with the Alpha’s baby to protect her? Then, what did that mean for the Alpha’s baby? What happened to her?

For the first time in the history of the Union, a child was being born who had never known the metallic tang of recycled bunker air or the crushing weight of the home world's gravity. Audrey stood outside the heavy brass doors, her hands clasped tightly behind her back. Beside her, Lucas paced—a habit from his days in the Northern trenches. His iron-and-silver arm made a faint whirr-click with every step, a mechanical heartbeat that seemed out of place in this room of biological miracles. "The resonance in the room is shifting," Mara whispered, leaning against the wall with her monitors. "It’s not just a birth, Mother. The Atmosphere-Forge at the pole is reacting to the infant’s first breath

Once the numbness faded, she called Jacklyn. When they met, Romy couldn't stop herself from asking, "What's happening here? Who's that child?" Jacklyn's earlier hints had already planted a possibility in her mind. But she couldn't bring herself to believe it until she heard the words spoken aloud. Jacklyn's expression turned serious. "I told you before. Your baby was switched at birth. That hair belongs to Noah. He's the biological son you gave birth to five years ago." The revelation struck Romy like a physical blow. She staggered, barely managing to stay on her feet.

she said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was never turned. I don’t even know what that means.” Another council member leaned forward. “Then who is your father?” he asked. Of all questions, why had he had to ask her that? That was the question she had always asked herself, her whole life long. Who was he? Why had she never met him? Why did he leave her? It was an answer she wanted more than anything in life. And now, on demand, she certainly could not provide it. “I don’t know,” she said, finally. The council member leaned back, as if in victory. “You see?” he said. “Half-breeds are not turned. And they never know their parents. You are mistaken, Caleb. You have made a grave error

When we got home, we ignored the neighbors’ stares and walked inside the apartment together like a real family. Rebecca had already cleaned the place. It looked like Gerald had never stepped foot there. The children took the bedroom, Gracie, Mary, Anna, and Billy all squeezed in, whispering and giggling before they all fell asleep. Rebecca and I slept in the living room. It was small and tight but warm and safe. And as I lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the soft breathing of the people who now depended on me, I felt something rise in my chest.

“When we were five, I accidentally broke a vase, and my mother was furious. “I was scared and panicking, and you stepped in front of me and said you were the one who broke it. You took the blame for me. Then, you held my hand and asked if I was hurt. You even said you’d protect me from then on.” As he went on, my face became hotter. I never imagined he would remember something so small so vividly. Back then, he was the little boy who needed my protection. Now, he was the one protecting me.

The words were sitting in my ears but my brain was doing something slow and resistant with them, turning them over carefully like it was checking for damage before allowing them in fully. Two births. Same date. Same location. “Leon.” My voice didn’t sound like mine. “What are you saying to me.” He crossed the room and sat down across from me, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, closer than he usually positioned himself. Like the distance he normally kept between us wasn’t appropriate for this particular conversation. “I’m saying that I think there was a switch,” he said. “A long time ago. When we were born.” I stood up.

Before long, they were all sentenced to prison and received their deserved punishment. As for me, I stepped onto a new path in life. … Extra: Zara Sommer In my previous life, my existence had been nothing short of bleak. But now, with a second chance, I refused to be submissive. I turned down the blind date Mom set up for me and stood up against her, ultimately succeeding in changing my fate. However, when I later reviewed Mom's chat records, I was dumbstruck to learn the truth. I discovered that I was not her biological child but instead was bought from a trafficker.

What did I have to do with it? Before I could explain, Sarah grabbed me and dragged me to the car, not caring how much I resisted. At the hospital, my mother dropped to her knees in front of me. Her face was twisted with desperate, pleading love for Lucas. "Please," she begged. "I'm begging you. Let Sarah go. Give her to Lucas. He's suffered so much." Watching my mother's blatant favoritism, my chest still ached with a dull, familiar pain. If anyone deserves pity, it's me. I was the one switched at birth. I grew up clawing my way through life in the countryside.

Dad began, but trailed off, finding himself at a loss for words. I raised my head and met his gaze. "I'm fine, Dad." I figured they probably thought that someone who had just learned she'd been switched at birth 18 years ago and was meeting her biological parents under such circumstances should have broken down or caused a scene, rather than remaining as calm as I was.