The Owl House Swap Au Novels & Stories

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."

Every month on the 15th is the day I swap lives with Melody Foster. 18 years ago, a hospital mix-up places our IVF embryos in each other's mothers. After the truth comes out, my biological parents want their real daughter, and my adoptive parents want theirs. They arrange for Melody and me to rotate between the two homes on a monthly basis, switching every 15th. From then on, I become the burden neither family wants. In whichever home Melody stays, there are endless snacks and drinks, thousands of dollars in monthly allowance, and the sunny bedroom is always reserved for her. In whichever home I stay, there's nothing but plain meals and a windowless storage room. 18 years later, I

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.”

Derek moved her straight into our newly renovated house—the one we hadn't even spent a night in together—and put her up in the master bedroom. Now it was basically "Riley's place." My phone buzzed with a message stating that the marriage license appointment was canceled. I also received another message: a text from someone else, with a screenshot of a new appointment confirmation. [Three days. County clerk's office. See you there.] I smiled. Genuinely this time. Me: [Yeah. See you there.] The ballroom lights went dark, and I walked out slowly into the blackness. They could keep the "unforgettable" wedding.

He stood near the edge of the rooftop, his voice rising. "Leah! If you don't give me the money today, I'll jump! No matter what, you'll carry a death on your conscience for the rest of your life!" His expression was wild. I instinctively wanted to refuse, but one of the officers pulled me aside, urging me to keep them calm while they prepared their next move. "Jayden! Bring your parents down first! The amount you mentioned before—I agree to it!" Left with no choice, I gave in.

It was not something any werewolf could do, but it was more of less one that she- and only she- was required to, according to her parents. It was a rite, known as the Wolf Swap Rite; a painful weekly process that allows a werewolf unsatisfied with the wolf they were born with to exchange it for a new wolf more fitting for them. At least… That was what Ellie’s parents had told her, when they made her undergo this rite for the past two years. It was not because she was unsatisfied with her wolf, as it was just that they want her to be a better werewolf than any other. The only way to do that was to switch her wolf- her fate- for a new one.

Which of my half-brothers are being compelled to offer up the chance to find true love by binding themselves to a stranger for ten years…? Surely, it wouldn’t be crown prince Daniel who’s currently betrothed to one of councilman Galewing’s daughters. If I had to place a bet on it, it would be one of the twins… but which one? Archer, being a minute or so older than Angus, is the official ‘spare’ and therefore too precious to have tied to an inter-species marriage. Which means it must be Angus. Whipping out my new phone I type off a quick text message to him. R U IN IT TOO? THIS 200-YR SWAP?

"My boyfriend's a nerdy little twitcher." "Twitcher's spot birds." He grumbles, rolling his eyes. She laughs harder, clutching her stomach and bending forwards. "Fuck off, it's not that funny and if you think I'm going to tell you when I see the baby animals playing, you're fucking wrong, you'll miss out on seeing it now and it's fucking magical." She tries to apologise, but she can't stop laughing long enough to get it out. "Ok, moving on, I liked the second place today too." Alex, who's sat on my left, brings the conversation back to the houses and soon enough Aurora's on the phone to the estate agents, telling them we want to rent the house.