Switched Personalities Novels & Stories

Over the years, I kept my private life very private and always put a bridge between that, my business and the pack activities, I never for once mixed them up I was a different person for each, it was like I lived multiple lives, when I was at work, I was the mean, ruthless, and cold CEO and billionaire, when I was handling matters of the pack, I was the lycan king, the pack leader, compassionate but powerful but when I was home all alone, I was just Ethan Thompson, no-one important. Shuffling between these three personalities had become kind of a ritual for me; I was already so used to it that it came naturally to me, and I had no control over it.

"So are you the number one or number two right now?" "The difference between the first and second personality is that when I am the first personality, whenever the second personality appears, the first personality's memories will go blank and I won't remember what I've done. The second personality will know everything that the first personality has done. Now, I remember everything. So, it's either I am still the first personality, or I have already cured myself," Stella said calmly. "So, what you're trying to say is that psychological hints are useless," Bellamy said deeply.

Atif asked. "No. She can't. “Aliyah replied. This time there’s a sudden switch in Aliyah’s emotions and personality. The other side of her personality manifest, the weaker and good side. So Aliyah replies to Atif like that. The weaker/good side of Aliyah's personality is referring to the stronger/bad side of her personality. That the stronger/bad side of her personality stops the communication with Atif but still remembers the times when they are still friends and don’t forget the feelings for him.

He might have some kind of personality disorder or something. Then I remember what I learned about him. Of course he has a personality disorder. He has three split personalities. One is a teenage hot head, one is cold and cruel vampire while the third one is a wolf. No wonder he is such a hot mess. I keep thinking of this, of how his different personas might mean that he is just as confused about me as I am about him. Held tightly in Morana's arms, I doze off.

“She said something about how you’re her sister, and she can do whatever you can do!” “She nearly burnt the house down!” “Don’t you think how it’s odd how she used to be so mean to you, and now she’s done a full 180? It’s as if she’s switched her entire personality for another one. Do you think she’s schizophrenic?” Sally was highly amused. “Perhaps her actual personality has finally made an appearance. After all, she’s had it tough.” “Besides, this is much better than her situation before, isn’t it?”

The countenance of the boy changed to a flirtatious one, almost feminine. "I'm here, daddy. Let me start serving you. Just relax and hold tight, okay? It's going to be a long ride towards heaven." The Artificial Intelligence System said to the ugly looking man while smiling sweetly at the same time. Madame Ais was the one in control of Maru's body and faculties. The Defense Mode uses multiple personalities to adapt to any kind of situation that the host may encounter. Maru was currently sleeping to get his well-deserved rest from the mental torture he experienced in the hands of the ugly looking man.

I cleared my throat and faked a cough. The two ladies froze mid-conversation. They awkwardly greeted Stephanie. I smiled at them. “Since you’re so curious about us, I can invite Thomas and your husbands to join in on the conversation and gossip together. How does that sound?” Stephanie jumped in to support me. “That’s a good idea!” She raised her hand and waved Thomas over. The two ladies anxiously waved their hands to dismiss the idea. “We were just joking around! Ms. Stephanie, we’re sorry. We were only…”

“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.

he threw me a mock salute. My breath caught in my throat like painful lumps. I was always being blamed for everything. No one ever thought I was not at fault. "B-but how? How are three of you one person at school?" I couldn't help but ask, my vision hazy as I stared at the floor. Dax dropped his hand from my face, and held my hands instead. "It's complicated, like I said. But outside of here, were the same person. Our personalities just switch sometimes."

Whatever this was, it had better be worth disturbing the one fragile peace I’d managed to secure. The head maid stood waiting. Straight-backed. Hands folded. Expression set into that familiar, unnerving neutrality she wore like armor. She didn’t speak until I did. “This better not be trivial,” I said. “It isn’t.” She extended a thin file. “I discovered the discrepancy an hour ago. Cross-verification. I confirmed it myself before bringing it to you.” I took the file. Inside were records. Two identities layered over one another. One legitimate. One manufactured. The same face attached to two different histories, one that existed, and one that conveniently didn’t.