Novel & Cerita Weight Swap Stories

"Don't be fooled by how earnestly this man is apologizing right now! It's all an act. He made a new deal with the system. If you say anything along the lines of forgiving him or that you're no longer mad at him, he can immediately swap his weight with you again, Master. "Ugh. Why won't he go away? Why does he keep bothering my master! But it makes sense, I guess. Once the system swaps the weight, it can't be changed. No matter how much he eats now, he can't gain back any of the weight. He'll be stuck looking like a walking skeleton forever. No wonder he's so desperate to swap back with my master." I patted Furball's head, my eyes curving as I smiled. It sounded great to let Daniel keep his c

The rain fell heavily as spring turned to summer. It felt eerily similar to the day I died. The prison was cold and damp. Conrad had lost a lot of weight. His hands were shackled, and he wore thin prison clothes as he sat across from me through the glass. It wasn't supposed to be this messy. But he had been rebirthed, using ruthless methods to win over the Reeses' subordinates. Jonathan was so disappointed in him that he refused to see him before his death.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

"Pushing me… into this little bit of water... won't drown me!" However, deep down, I had already rolled my eyes all the way to the back of my head. [I can't believe she tried to drown me in a "real vs. fake heiress" trope. I was a swimming champion in a previous world. Besides, I could spot this amateur scheme of hacking the security system, staging an accident, and playing the victim with my eyes closed!] I spun the digital tablet around to face them, and there it was—the surveillance footage from just moments ago playing in crisp detail.

If you take even one single grain, I swear I'll end your life right here! Christina wasn't afraid at all. Her eyes darted, proof that she was hatching another plan. Then she turned to the onlookers. "The Shaws might be stingy, but we are not! After I take the food, I'll share it with you! One pound of food for everyone who helps!" Winter was hard to survive, especially when the harvest season did not produce anything well. The people swarmed us and knocked my hoe off my hand. Then all of them helped Christina take my food away.

I had no other choice but to call Gemma for help, but she and Leon had been busy celebrating the hundreds of millions of dollars in dividends they were about to receive. In the end, I had been beaten to death in the dead of winter. Right before I lost consciousness, I had heard a cold, robotic voice. "Dalton Brown has lost all vital signs. Removing target from the exchange system…" The agony of the steel pipes shattering my bones had still been coursing through my body, and my whole body had gone cold. In this life, I was determined to figure out exactly how Leon had swapped everything with me! I swore I would never let history repeat itself!

They even brought Jonah along to persuade me. "Dakota, now that Freya is dead, our engagement is still valid as long as you restore your identity as the daughter of the Graham family. Don't you want to be with me?" Looking at his face and the sickening expressions on Walter's and Ingrid's faces, I laughed mockingly. "Before you start thinking about getting me to come back, you're all better off thinking about how much longer you have left to live! "I forgot to tell you that I've placed the bewitched insects, which allow the swapping of constitutions, on two of the three of you. As for who gains weight and who loses it, the three of you can take your time and slowly figure it out!"

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She deliberately tilted her neck, making sure I could see the marks on her skin. “Jane, Noah is really amazing. “Even if I didn’t get the necklace today, I’ll still get pregnant with a Zillmann family heir very soon.” In her mind, she said, 'Damn it, that hurt so much. Why didn’t this b*tch tell me Noah hits people while doing that?!' Amelia had made pregnancy sound far too simple. Noah was a playboy. He drank and smoked constantly, and he had plenty of bad habits. Long ago, he had already ruined his health.

Everyone in our neighborhood knew me as the meek full-time housewife. I had no income and no social life. Every hour of every day went to the kitchen, my child, and my hypercritical mother-in-law, Sofia Carter. Yet when I woke up, I had somehow swapped bodies with my insufferably smug husband, Kevin Carter. My phone lit up as he sent one mocking message after another: [Olivia, you act like having a baby entitles you to lie around at home all day, watch the kid, and throw together a couple of meals.] [For your information, this swap is permanent. I can finally get some rest.] [Don't run your mouth at my office. That management job is way beyond what a brain that never even made it through col