The Owl House Swap Au 소설 & 이야기

"YES! I want a blue room! No—wait—a green one! And I want a tree outside with a swing and—and—" His excited rambling was cut off by the sound of footsteps. Harold and Celeste appeared in the doorway, blinking sleepily. "What’s all the excitement about?" Harold asked, rubbing his eyes. "Why is our grandson running laps?" Celeste added. Oliver beamed at them. "We’re getting a HOUSE!" Celeste’s eyebrows shot up. "Oh?" I gave a small, sheepish smile. "I was thinking… maybe it’s time Oliver and I found a place of our own."

It was safe to say that this shit heep was not on their website under their list of acquired properties! "He looks like he has escaped from Willy Wonka's chocolate factory!" Wrath continued, disgusted by the male's orange-tan, bright purple vest covered in sparkles and yellow neon shorts, neither hiding his pot belly. Ignoring my wolf's dislike, I narrowed my eyes on Aurora, who was currently waiting for me to answer her and acknowledge her little speech while glaring at me like I had just run over her puppy. And given the way Ollie was looking at her, I still might!

Another added with a smug tone, "Let me remind you, Serena. The Johanssen family has a reputation to uphold. Don't do anything inappropriate. Just because Maisie is sick doesn't mean you can swap her with a different child that you conceived with God knows who." How ironic. They didn't realize that the real swap had taken place ten years ago! "I didn't give birth to Maisie ten years ago. I had given birth to this boy here instead. When Maisie fell ill recently, I discovered that I wasn't a compatible bone marrow donor for her despite being her supposed birth mother. "In fact, we're not even genetically related. Yet my so-called best friend, Margaret Lonsdale, turned out to be a perfect match

"Thank you." He didn't pry into where I had gone, nor did he ask why the rims of my eyes were slightly flushed. He simply stood next to me and silently watched over me. As the gala drew to a close, Oliver suddenly said, "Ms. Baker, there's a charity event for hearing-impaired children next week at a rehabilitation center in the suburbs. Would you be interested in attending?" I turned to meet his gaze. "I would love to. And please… call me Allison."

I leaned back in my dining chair, my eyes staring at the small back that had been lying next to me in my bed these past couple of days. The gentle sway of her hips reminded me of how many times I had wrapped my hands around them, holding her tight while I whispered sweet nothings in her ear and made endless love to her. My little swan had completely adapted to being mine. She complied with everything I said, followed my rules, and had even become happier now that I allowed her to go back to campus, roaming public spaces again. Little does she know it was because I'm building a case where I can probably have more chance in venturing our adventure to public space.

My father was staring at Joseph, then he stood up straighter and said with total politeness, "Hello, Mr. Quigley. I'm Yvonne's father. I didn't realize you were coming. Sorry if the reception's not up to your standards." Joseph smiled. "Hello, Mr. Shaw. I had a little accident at my homestay a few days ago. Thanks to Yvonne, we managed to avert a crisis. I'm here to talk about her future at my company. You don't get talent like her every day. I'd love for her to work for me." My mother's eyes were wide as saucers. She could not believe a legendary man would pay attention to me. My father froze up like a statue. Then, he simpered.

"See? You're better than her. Happy now?" I forced a smile. "Very happy." Then, I pulled out a contract from my bag. "I want the villa in Senton City. If you give it to me, I'll be even happier." Norman hesitated for a moment, about to check what the contract was. I held my breath. Suddenly, Julia called for him outside. Norman immediately grabbed the pen, signed his name, and said, "As long as you're happy." He handed the agreement to me, then rushed out to put his arm around Julia. I turned and headed straight to the clerk's office.

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

And the latter, whilst true, was also… so arrogant of him. “I am selling the house, Owen,” she told him, exhausted by the ups and downs of it all. “And we are moving, you and I, because I want the furniture in it, to make the best money I can. You will help me move, this weekend, before the first open.” “F-k,” he said eloquently, and sighed. “Fine. We will swap houses. But the difference between the house prices we will split.” “Fine,” she agreed. “Then you will take on half the credit card bill.”