The Do Over Tl Swan Novels & Stories

"Was it the first time you slept with Elara behind my back? Or the moment I found the lime in my shoes?" "No…" His voice trembled violently. "No, it wasn't…" "Oh, right," I said, nodding slowly. "It must've been the moment that light fell, and you didn't hesitate to catch Elara. That was when the Astraea in your heart died. Now, I am the Swan Queen of Arcadia Ballet. And you?" My smile was merciless and exquisite. "You are nothing but trash, soon to be spat out by the entire industry." Just then, Caelan stepped forward, handing me a document.

says Sloane. “Pleasure. It’s nice to see you’ve finally moved on from my mate,” Twyla laughs, the sound of which is like a hyena being tortured, “so have you been claimed by him properly yet? I mean perhaps third time will be the charm.” I feel a low growl reverberating in my throat. How dare that cunt go there. Sloane was claimed as a child by the deranged rogue who murdered her parents. I’m sure Mace likely claimed her too. Twyla smiles through blood red lips.

Yoda asked. “The only thing I am good at of course, ruining things” she proudly answered, her mouth forming a sly grin. “Definitely, now that's like my woman” he kissed her ears, sucking the lobe as if it was a sort of gem to him. “That fool of yours has been turning you lame with his money, I thought I lost you for good,” he uttered, moving down to her neck, getting her hair out of the way. Tiffany shit her eyes this whole time, biting her lips and getting lost in her feelings “You wish! I am still the Tiffany of that time. I am going to make sure she regrets being born in this world at all, that quack can't mess with me” she was pulled into his arms as if she weighed nothing. Yoda was knea

"I...I was just trying to get my life back. This is not my life and you know that, this is not me, I am not the one who should be getting married to that Damien Winston, I should never have anything to do with the Winston's family!" "You have any deal with the Winston's family?" Diana raised a brow and Lucienne sighed deeply. "Forget about it. All I know is that I am not this, I am not Cherry Hillard, I am Lucienne" The door suddenly opened. "Lucienne? Who is Lucienne?" It was Carol.

She grabbed my arm and started pulling me back without another word. My blood went cold. Elaine, the sister who'd spoiled me my whole life, was working with Frederick! I lowered my head and bit down on her hand. The moment her grip loosened, I spun around and bolted, only to slam straight into a man's solid chest. The scarred man's grin was disgusting. His thick fingers wrapped around my throat and squeezed. "Mr. Smith, my lady paid 10 million for you. Where do you think you're going?" The memories of being humiliated and abused by that sleazy rich woman and her thugs in my previous life resurfaced in my mind.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

would be an understatement, unlike the woman I was before I died. The dark spot and wrinkle on my face weren't there. My skin looked flawless, the makeup just as it was on this very day of five years ago. “Are you not yet done? Alpha—” “All that is left is putting on the gown,” one of the makeup artists interrupted Cassandra. She helped me fit into the pink gown, which I had customized, a dress that was never for once replicated. With all of these, the pieces finally came together; I was given a second chance by the moon goddess.

The eyes that had once seemed deep and devoted now darted toward me with nervous calculation. "Lena," he started carefully, "I regret everything. I know I was wrong. Will you give me another chance?" He spoke like a man grasping at straws, the arrogance gone. "A chance? A chance for what?" I laughed softly. "A chance to pursue you again. Like before, back in college!" His words tumbled out, desperate, as though he believed I could be won back so easily. "And then what? So I can be your maid again? Carry you on my back while you climb?"

But now, the weak, skeletal figure lying on the hospital bed wasn’t the same girl that I brought to the Palace. My Little Swan was lost somewhere while running behind the Lycan’s traditions blindly, it was Heaven’s grace to return my love to repent. The wound of my chest was healed completely, so I maximized our skin contact to share my aura with her for rapid recovery. Utterly fatigued, Doctor Sarah stood beside Little Swan’s bed, she removed the mask and spoke. “Please pardon my offense, Your Majesty. But it’s not a good thing to torment your soulmate.”

“Enough of that. We brought you flowers to make you feel better. And lots of gossip. You need to catch up.” “Thank you,” I said, trying to sound grateful. Sarah leaned in. “Now tell us all the tea. Everything that happened between you and Nikolai last night. I want every single detail.” I summarized as vaguely as I could, my mind racing to keep up. Amelia watched me with a strange look, like she sensed something was off. Sarah kept pushing. “Come on, you look messed up. Go take a shower. We’ll wait. I don’t care if the accident fucked you up. I want my old Chloe back fast. Our plan worked. We made it into this house. You should be happy.”