The Switch Novels & Stories

"Find out where my wife is. And pull all the security camera footage from the villa." "Yes, sir."

he said. Yvonne tried to understand. “Meaning?” Adrian answered. “It runs in parts. Different locations.” Marcus understood. “So even if we shut one down…” Adrian nodded. “The others continue.” Yvonne felt her hope drop. “So there is no single switch.” Adrian shook his head. “No.” Marcus looked at the map again. “Then we cut the connection between them.” Adrian paused then nodded slowly. “That could work.” Yvonne asked, “How?” Adrian explained quickly.

I nod. “I think you were the thing that they were trying to create before. The mixed breed. Human and Witch. I read that when a witch or warlock loses their power, they lose all emotional and mental ties to it as well. You are not like that. You still feel it. No one else is like that. Their feelings disappear in a month's time. It’s been over a year for you.” Will can’t even muster up the thoughts to say anything. “I think that only the Zyte bloodline can open this door.”

Jax’s voice dropped low. “Sienna. You said you’d trust me, remember?” Her throat tightened. “Always.” “Then do it.” She stared at the main power hub. A single red switch waited behind a cracked safety cover — the system kill switch. If she hit it, every byte of data would be purged. Jax included. The boots grew louder. “Sienna!” Chase yelled. “Now!” She took one last look at the monitor. Jax’s digital face stared back, calm despite the chaos.

Blanchard by the arms. Mrs. Blanchard thrashed and screamed desperately, "What are you doing? Let go of me! I am the mother of the CEO of Blanchard Group! My daughter is Gwen Blanchard—CEO of Blanchard Group!" Mr. Swanson let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with contempt. "Blanchard Group, eh? Send word—cancel all partnerships with Blanchard Group, effective immediately!" Mrs. Swanson's words struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving Gwen reeling. "It's over. It's all over!"

It looked like I was not the only one who had returned to the past. Fiona and I were twin sisters. We came from a middle-class family. Unfortunately, we had a father who loved drinking and gambling. Our mother worked herself to the bone. She passed away three years ago. The SAT was our only chance to change our lives. I thought I did pretty well. But I never received an acceptance letter. My father gambled again and ended up deep in debt. Fiona told me that our father wanted to sell me. She dragged me to the window to eavesdrop on their conversation.

" You see, it's not like you are adopted, Kathy you are not. There were some mistakes in the past, we recently found out about this a few days ago. My dear, you two were switched at birth. You and Keisha were switched at birth. Katherine, Carmilla is your real Mother and Keisha is our daughter, but don't worry you will still be our daughter, our princess just like before. " What! Katherine threw her head in the Air in exasperation. You…!. Noooo! She screamed her lungs out. This isn't happening, please tell me this is all a lie! Mommy, I don't want to be her daughter! I won't accept this! I won't go back to that woman! She's not my mother! Am not poor! We are rich, daddy! Please, don't give m

I sent him a friend request in the morning, but it wasn't until late evening that I received a reply. [Sorry, just saw your message. I was a little busy.] 'Too busy to unpack your suitcase for two weeks?' I thought, biting back my frustration. Skipping pleasantries, I got straight to the point. [Hi, Mr. Elliot Carr. Two weeks ago, you mistakenly took my suitcase at the airport. The campus counselor should have given you the details. When would it be convenient for us to exchange our suitcases?] I stared at the screen, waiting. Minutes turned into an hour before I finally received a reply.

AVA “She is only allowed to leave this house unless it's with me, is that understood?” Simon said to the new house keeper, Margot. Margot is the sixth one to be hired in just a month. As Ava got better, her craziness increased. The last house keeper, Amber, ran out the door crying and screaming after Ava had lurched a plate of pasta her way. Luckily, the plate had missed Amber by an inch and instead landed on the wall behind her. The red pasta sauce lined Simon's off-white wall as the strings of pasta fell to the ground.

She looked thoughtful for a few seconds before hopping up from the chair "yes its coming back to me, it said some words on it uh your eyes or something like that" "yes yes and it pricked our fingers and then the lighting was boomign behind us and then uh I I don't remember" I sat down on the bed "the rod must've did something but how" "and better question where the hell is it and how do we get back to our own bodies" We both sat quietly for a few seconds "we have to go back to the school and check the field for the rod, maybe it says how to switch back on it" She nodded her head then stopped and looked at me suspiscously "what I asked you got a better idea"