Undertale Meets Underswap Novels & Stories

I guess he doesn't even know what pregnant even means. Skip the scene. It is 11:13 am. We then headed to our very own way. We managed to explain everything to Rald but with shouts and glares. The bartender has gone so aware that he let us out before we might cause some collision inside the Bar. I forgot asking them where the freakin' tunnel is but I doubt they'll give me a clue. I'll ask Grey about the Words I found inside the Machine next time. It resembles, a maybe, company's name. Teuer Corp. I do have this strong feeling about this Teuer and Corp and I already knew that the Corp means Corporation, and the Teuer is a word, a word of different language, maybe.

He insisted. "You can't force me. " "Tell me. " He kept insisting "Keep bugging me and I'll shove my pencil into where it's not very comfortable for you. " She raised a pencil up. He swiped it from her hand and snapped it into two. "Look for a better threat. " "You don't know me, do you? " "Try me. " With that, she sent a blow which he instantly dodged, replying it with another blow that she stopped with her hand. Subconsciously, they began fighting... More like playing... Or were they training? Either ways, they seemed to be having fun in what they were doing till...

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

"I bought this with my allowance. You won't dislike it, right, Nev?" Batting her eyelashes, she abruptly swung the rattle toward my face. In the blink of an eye, a sharp spike on its edge went straight for my eye. I lifted my eyelids disdainfully. [Seriously, this stunt again? Out of the eight worlds I fought my way through, five fake heiresses pulled this same stunt. Is your manual for stirring up trouble wholesale from the same supplier?] Even though this body was sluggish, my combat instincts were still intact. I swung my chubby little arm and smacked the rattle aside. The sharp spike grazed right past my cheek.

"You are right" "Perhaps if we can get the both of you together, you can swap souls again and Miss. Cherry would be back in her body" "We have to keep this a secret until we get back your body. No one should know about this or else, we might even be in danger. We'd better not cause any ruckus and just settle things" Diana mumbled. "Then let's go get my body right away, it must still be in the sewage hole... Gosh, my body" the thoughts of her body in a sewage made her cringe.

But they had to hurry- it wouldn't take them long to figure out what or rather who was under the hood. The person in the center took one last look at the retreating figures of the werewolves and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been easy to distract the hycwens with a sudden appearance, yet the hycwens were a notorious breed known for their bloodlust, though they were a bit dim-witted. 20 feet above the ground, the hycwens' mouths continued to bicker, "Is it dead? I wanted to play with it a bit.." The person whirled around and stood on their feet in one swift move, discarding the hood.

“Finn, can Auntie borrow one of your hairs?” … A few days later, I stared at the DNA test results, my hands trembling. [The analysis confirms a 99.99% biological match between Finn Taylor and Sophie Turner.] I clutched the paper tightly. They’d fooled me. Those conniving bastards had been playing me for years, right under my nose. When I got home, I thought about Mia calling me “Mommy” so sweetly and then of Finn, flinching every time someone raised their voice.

“Yes, Mommy. Isn’t this car awesome? Daddy gave me apple juice!” Daddy. I turned my gaze to the man beside me, the one who was holding me—Alpha Alaric. His expression was unreadable, eyes fixed ahead. I pulled away from him, pressing myself against the door. “What is going on? Where are you taking us?” He glanced at me briefly. “To my home. We need to get started on the paperwork.” “Paperwork?” I echoed. “What paperwork?” His Beta, who was driving, glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Ms. Spencer, six years ago, your biological daughter, Ella, and Alpha Alaric’s daughter were switched at birth.”

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This