Switched Novels & Stories

" 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

She left the switch for me to find. I slowly stood up, walking over to the table. My fingers hovered over the device. The tiny red LED light was blinking in a slow, steady rhythm. Blink. Blink. Blink. I reached down and picked it up. It felt heavy in my palm. There was a small metal toggle switch on the side. Without thinking, driven by a dark, reckless curiosity, I flipped the toggle upward. The red blinking light instantly turned solid green. A sharp, high pitched beep echoed from the device, followed by the distinct sound of a radio frequency connecting.

Eyes focusing. Not chaotic awakening. Structured. Intentional. Arthur rushed toward a console embedded in the wall. “I can still override this—there has to be a kill switch—” The console sparked violently the moment he touched it. He pulled his hand back with a curse. “It’s locked out.” The man in black tilted his head. “It’s not locked out.” A pause. “It’s obsolete.” Ama’s voice broke. “What are they?” Gabriel looked at her, his expression grim.

Julian yelled, his knuckles white as he grabbed my jacket trying to pull me from the console desk. I didn't let go. My fingers were stuck to the cold iron handle of the emergency switch my teeth grinding together hard I tasted blood. Every nerve in my body was screaming, a hot paralysis crawling up my spine from my hurt left heel. The display wall was a mess of golden algorithms that were taking over our systems. External authority recognized: BROADCAST INITIALIZED BY USER_UNKNOWN. ORIGIN DETECTED: COAXIAL PIPELINE CORRIDOR – GULF OF GUINEA

We both did what Mom ordered, and the second we did, I felt as if someone had dragged me out and smacked me, much as when I jumped into a pool. I open my eyes and see a gold wolf in front of me. 'This cannot be happening, cousin.' I heard Marvel link me; how the fuck did we get SWITCHED?

The entire void seemed to listen. Then, just as Chaos had instructed, I searched for the switch. At first, I thought it would be symbolic. Hidden. Complicated. Instead, it was exactly what he had said. A light switch stood beside me on an ordinary wall that had no business existing in an endless cosmic realm. I stared at it. “Of course,” I muttered. Somewhere in the distance, I felt Chaos’s amusement. I reached out. And flipped it down. Darkness surged. Not wild darkness.

A mistake waiting to happen. That voice didn't go quiet for two weeks. When I shifted from foraging to the meal prep tent, and the head cook, Reginald, called me a beast with a peeler, the voice remained. When I transferred to the childcare area and soothed a fussy babe that no one else could calm, the voice remained. Even during my physical therapy with Marcel, the lead warrior from the training exercises, when I’d finally kept pace during the jog. The voice remained.

"Do not get used to it. Kent looked up from the vest. "It is real," he said. He had opened the panel, and his hands were already moving through the wiring with the methodical speed of someone who’d done this before, and was doing it right. "Dead man switch is inactive. He was required to keep the trigger depressed for it to explode. Give me forty seconds." He had it disarmed in thirty.

“Your real son was swapped out a long time ago.” Sam lifted the tablet and pressed play. Susan’s voice came through the speaker. “While Eason goes on a business trip, quietly kill the real Lucas and make sure no trace is left behind. “It’s freezing in winter. A kid dying on the roadside isn’t unusual…That way, Lucas won’t be around to inherit money from the Smith’s family…” Her sharp, vicious tone was nothing like the fragile woman she’d been when she was weeping against the bedframe.

KNOX’S POV The dead man’s trigger first. I enter Logan’s code into the server interface — the alphanumeric sequence, exactly as he recited it in the storage room with that smile I still can’t decode. The system prompts for confirmation. I confirm. The screen flashes once, a progress bar runs, and then a single line of text: DISTRIBUTION PROTOCOL DEACTIVATED. TRIGGER OFFLINE. The kill switch is dead. Ember exhales beside me. I didn’t realise she’d been holding her breath.