Switched Novels & Stories

She looked thoughtful for a few seconds before hopping up from the chair "yes its coming back to me, it said some words on it uh your eyes or something like that" "yes yes and it pricked our fingers and then the lighting was boomign behind us and then uh I I don't remember" I sat down on the bed "the rod must've did something but how" "and better question where the hell is it and how do we get back to our own bodies" We both sat quietly for a few seconds "we have to go back to the school and check the field for the rod, maybe it says how to switch back on it" She nodded her head then stopped and looked at me suspiscously "what I asked you got a better idea"

“I ended a traitor who had already sold the family twice. He would have walked away from this driveway and sold the next version of the same knife to the next buyer. Some debts are collected permanently.” Lenny spoke before I could. “You don’t get to decide that alone. Not after every silence you already kept, not after Bressi used your house and your protocols to arm the last switch.” Giovanni looked at her for a long moment. “You have every right to hate the choices I made, but the man on the ground was never going to stop. I made certain he did.” Francesca’s voice cut in from the uplink she still had open on the SUV hood. “The freeze on the third switch is stable. No further handshake att

I scroll through my short contact list, dragging the contact named Y out of my blocked ledger. I type a single line: [Keep your head down for the next forty-eight hours. Do not stir up trouble near the Hawkridge border lines.] The response comes back instantly, the screen flashing with rapid text messages. Y: [By the Moon Goddess, you finally unblocked my token!] Y: [You have no idea what kind of hell the enforcers are putting me through in the lower cells!] Y: [Silver shackles, cold stone, no meat for three days. My wolf is going out of its mind.]

My mate's first love was in the maternity ward with me. We gave birth to two baby boys on the very same day. My son inherited my pure-blood Alpha lineage—the heir everyone expected to one day inherit everything I had. I spent decades loving him, protecting him, and giving him everything a mother could. But as he grew older, something never seemed right. He was painfully ordinary. No powerful wolf. No signs of an Alpha awakening. Not even the strength expected of a pure-blood heir. I blamed myself for years, wondering if something had gone wrong with his bloodline. It wasn't until the day I was dying that I learned the truth. The son I had loved and raised for decades wasn't my biological chi

I thought maybe I had sent something wrong by accident. I opened my chat history and read through it again and again. I even tapped on my own reply, that simple "OK," and zoomed in on it like I might find some hidden mistake. However, there was nothing. Could it be my recent work performance? I wondered, a knot forming in my chest. I quickly opened my supervisor's chat, ready to ask what was going on. A red exclamation mark popped up on the screen. [You have been blocked.] My heartbeat sped up, and panic began creeping in as I tried messaging other coworkers in my department, only to find that every single one of them had blocked me too.

My heart tightened, and I bit down hard on my lip. Just then, the kitchen door was pushed open. Mark walked in, his expression dark.

"After a while, the bracelet will completely tighten around your wrist, and you won't be able to transfer it anymore. When that happens, you'll get zero points for sure." The beggar didn't seem to care about my decision. He lit a cigarette and ignored me. I covered my bracelet and walked back. Maybe he was lying? How could there be something like a Score-Switching Bracelet? It was impossible. In this mock exam, I had checked the answers and I hardly made any mistakes. First place should be mine. But when the results came out, I found myself outside the top ten. First place belonged to my bestie, Camilla.

“Look at the screen, I signed the paper, take the servers, take the whole company, just keep those things away from my family.” “Smart choice, the transaction is fully complete,” the voice replied, its mechanical tone fading away into the background. Immediately my finger left the mouse button after clicking the final confirmation box, a massive red prompt flashed across every single screen in my office. The bold letters read exactly, kill switch activated.

His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face. His voice, muffled against the pillow, grew hoarse until only a whisper remained. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." His phone buzzed again. His assistant was on the other end, voice tight with urgency. "Mr. Wynn, 60% of Wynn Group's shares have just been transferred out." Jasper pulled himself together and rushed to the office. When he pushed open the conference room doors, the board members were already waiting, and not one of them looked sympathetic.

Samuel leaned in. "Those are the numbers for the primary vault," I said. My voice was suddenly clear. Sharp. "But you missed the sub-directory, Samuel. 3-0-0-5. The 'Dead Man’s Switch' protocol." Samuel’s smile vanished. "What are you talking about?"