Switched At Birth Books Novels & Stories

A wave of warmth rushed straight to my chest, nearly bringing tears to my eyes. Lyra looked at me and suddenly asked, "Mom, do you remember the first time I shifted when I was three years old?" "Yes, I remember." "That day, Dad promised he'd stay with me. He said he'd guide me and protect me from being consumed by the pain. But then he said something urgent came up in the pack." She cut into her venison steak, the knife and fork clinking softly against the wooden plate. "You held me alone. When I screamed as my bones broke during the shift, you warmed me with your own body.

Later, I returned from abroad with him and started to learn design. After five years, the former Reed had completely disappeared and the one who was alive now was Alina Jetson. I was reborn and the child of Dave and I was four years old now. It was a boy and I named him Bryan Jetson. Bryan was similar to me in terms of his appearance however, his disposition was different from that of mine. Ever since his childhood, he had been naughty and quick witted, having different kinds of tricky ideas on his mind. Because of his mischievousness, I have been beating my brains out.

On the cover was the word, “Bitten” Raven opened the book and felt a surge of power. The pages looked empty at first but a flash of light lit up behind every word as they appeared. This book had been enchanted. “This is from your father’s library. It contains the tale of the child born of the Bitten and the Born.”

I said somewhat emotionally. Atlas took the document I handed him and, for the very first time, tears fell from his eyes. As he gently ran his fingers over the document, he said, "I've never had a birth certificate before. Margaret always said I was a bastard child who didn't deserve to share her name. But I always believed I wasn't a bad kid. Thank you, Mom. I'm so glad you found me." I watched as Atlas could finally behave like a child. He let his tears fall freely in front of me. At that particular moment, I felt a rare sense of gratitude that fate wasn't too unkind to me, after all.

With Derek’s condition, there was no way he could have another child. On the day I was reborn, an administrator in the underworld had whispered to me—if I hadn’t agreed to be born into the Lewis family, their bloodline would have ended. But I knew this wasn’t the time to drop the act. Since Claire wanted to play her part, I’d stay on stage with her. When I came of age, I’d deliver her a “gift” she wouldn’t forget.

It was bigger than before, cleaner, protected, and organized in rows that stretched farther than she could see. Inside that space, she was not pregnant. Her body felt light again, free from the constant pull on her back and the pressure under her ribs. Instead of her round belly, three small bulbs of light floated in front of her. One was gold, one was silver, and one was purple, each glowing with its own strange little pulse. Vera looked at them for a moment, still not fully used to the fact that the babies could meet her here, talk to her here, and watch the world through her even before they were born.

She looked at me. I shook my head as hard as I could. In response, Austin immediately slapped me. I crashed into a metal cabinet, and bright stars exploded across my vision. Daniela quickly jumped in with a smile. "Of course he agreed. He's our biological son. "It's just that he was switched at birth. The one who grew up with us for over ten years is our precious boy here. "Now that our real son is back, naturally our precious Braxton is going to be upset. We have to make it up to him somehow."

His fingers are gently running through my hair. " Why aren't you s..sleeping Ethan ?", I whisper. "Oh..you haven't slept yet ?", he asks. " I don't feel sleepy, baby." " So, are you thinking something ?", I ask. " Baby, you know what, I understood the mystery behind why I was 7.8 lb at birth, even though I was prematurely born. So I wasn't prematurely born. You were the one prematurely born and got switched with me.", he says. " Woah ! So I'm p..prematurely born ?", I ask in surprise, raising my head. I hadn't thought about that yet.

Having an alpha child from omega parents was a rare blessing, representing favor and strength. But there were moments of doubt and confusion. Sophia had a fiery temper, a commanding presence, and physical looks that were differently from Sarah and Geoffrey's. But everyone saw Sarah carry her pregnancy to full term, else, they would have believed Sophia was her daughter Now it made sense that Sophia had been switched. She wasn't theirs by blood. They had no idea where their biological child was. She had a flashback of being in the recovery room after giving birth. Exhausted and depressed, she remembered lying in bed with her body still aching from labor. Her babies usually lived only a few mi

“I was a nurse then. I helped deliver children at the hospital. That year… there were things I was forced to see. Things I was forced to keep quiet about.” “What things?” Lukas asked quickly. His hands gripped the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. She hesitated. Her lips trembled, and her eyes filled with a faraway look, as if she was standing once more in that hospital room, surrounded by cries and shadows. Then she closed her eyes as if gathering strength. “There were two babies,” she said finally. Her voice shook, but her words cut through the air like a knife. “Born at the same time. Different mothers. Different families. But one of those babies… was taken from his mother’s arms a