The Switch Novels & Stories

He shrugged. “Well, it’s a pretty great observation if you ask me, I also think I’ve figured out how the switch is activated- “What?” His eyes widened in surprise. “I’m not sure but according to my observation. We switch once I start to cry” It doesn’t make any sense though and judging from Chris’ expression. He doesn’t believe me either. ------

Either a fuse had blown, or the power wasn’t switched on. She walked back down the hall and out the front door and searched the perimeter of the house until she located the power box. She swung the metal door open and looked at the array of switches. They were all in the ‘on’ position except the main switch. She flicked it on with a shake of her head and trooped back into the house. The kitchen had come alive in her absence; the fridge whirred, the digital clocks on the oven and microwave blinked their green numbers at her and a little red light lit up the coffee machine.

“Lights are here,” Chase said, leading me and Kayden into a small office at the far end of the garage. We had to follow him inside so that he could close the door and show us a panel of switches on the wall right behind it. “All the bays have separate switches, but it’s easiest just to do them all at once—pull this big lever on the side and it’ll flip ’em all.” Kayden and I nodded in unison. Then Chase said goodnight and made haste outside, no doubt eager to get back to his wife.

Leo walked to the wall on the right and flipped a switch; nothing happened. “Don’t tell me the switches are damaged,” Leo stated with amazement in his voice. “Aren’t monthly maintenances carried out?” Leo asked, expecting Alex to answer. There was no response, so he shouted, “Alex?” “Yes, Mr. Warner, maintenance is done. I’m not sure why the switch didn’t respond,” Alex replied. Ellen walked over to Leo, switched on her phone, and studied the switch. She stretched out her arm and flipped one, and the hall became flooded with light.

I looked in the direction he was pointing, and there was a switch on the wall next to the aisle. I immediately went there but hesitated to press the button. I fear this is the switch that opens the door of the glass cage. At that time, they will come out and attack me. After hesitating for a bit, I decided to take the risk. I thought that with my strength, those boys and men wouldn't be able to do anything to me. But my fantasies are extra because this is really a light switch. As soon as I pressed the button, the whole room lit up.

One miscalculation could erase everything. Freya crouched beside me. “You trust too easily.” “I survive by thinking fast,” I said. “You survive by following orders.” We reached the secondary vault. Massive doors loomed, cold steel, impenetrable, or so it seemed. I keyed the final override. The system hummed, alive under my touch. The screen flickered. kill switch parameters. One command, and every Thorne-Vale asset would vanish. Gone. Obliterated. The weight pressed down on me like gravity.

When the final door opened, Isabella realized she’d been holding her breath. The control center was nothing like the ornate world above. No velvet drapes or oil paintings. No warmth. Just server racks, their lights blinking like silent metronomes. Screens glowed with streams of code, warning icons pulsing in red. It felt alive, and yet soulless. Adrian gestured toward a terminal in the center. “You remember the switch you found,” he said flatly. “The one you thought could destroy everything—or make it public.” She nodded, tension twisting in her chest. “I found the kill prompt. The data. You didn’t deny it when I showed you.”

I was determined to make a place for myself, not just for Sky, but for my own sense of belonging and self-worth. Over the next few days, I made a conscious effort to engage more with the mansion’s daily activities. I started by mingling with the staff, offering a friendly smile and a genuine interest in their work. Slowly, I began to form connections, finding common ground with those who had initially been distant.

I nodded, not really sure what to say. “Though…I think there are a few more Blood Witches around. Or at least, my father knows of them. They provided some equipment later on. A few things in my father’s office as well as the inhibitors on Emmett and I.” “Inhibitors? For what?” She looked at me sadly. “Shifting.” I stood up, nearly knocking the chair back behind me. She seemed a little shocked that I stood up as well, the potato she had forked was hovering above the boiling water.

“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.