Body Double Cersei Novels & Stories

She saw history repeating itself. She never knew that George had a child before marrying her. It came as a shock to her. Even in death he still tormented her. After she read the will she concluded that truly, George was a cruel man. She clung unto his ashes for weeks. Weeks turned to months and months to years. She still missed him dearly but the man, even in the grave detested her. After he died his body was cremated without her permission. The doctor claimed the man wanted to be burnt because: “He had been through hell on earth, while not continue,” were the words she was told.

Hearing Catelyn's words, although Eason felt strange, he couldn't help but break in, "Mrs. Mason is right. I also think that you are like Mr. Mason very much. If we hadn’t found him, I would think that you were the disfigured Mr. Mason." Terrence held to the wheel more tightly and calmly asked in return, "Does your husband know that you like to mistake an outsider for him?" Catelyn replied naturally, "But you're not an outsider." Terrence almost failed to keep calm. He compressed his lips tightly. "You're right. I'm your cousin." Seeing that he didn't rise to the bait, she felt annoyed. She rolled up the windows to avoid Eason and other bodyguards. Then she stared at Terrence and said word b

From the end of the hall, another door opened, dripping red light and silk threads flowing out like veins. A figure emerged, stepping through. It wasn’t the First Bride. It was Camela. But another Camela—her double. This version wore a stunning silk gown and a shining crown, her eyes filled with devotion as she smiled sweetly, saying: “Stop running. I already chose.” Vincent froze, his fire flickering uncertainly. And Camela’s breath caught in her throat. Because her double reached out her hand—straight toward Vincent.

I placed it down, looked up and my eyes met his. Holy shit! It was Doctor Xavier. My mind raced with questions. Why was he here at that moment of all places? He does have the right to go anywhere he wants. I heard someone coughing and a female voice startled me. “You sure love fixing you hair into my coffee.” I straightened up, noticing her for the first time. “I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.” She nodded and I glanced at the handsome doctor. He had a girlfriend. He took a sip of his caramel tea and dropped it. “Could you add more cream, please?”

Her bare feet were braced on the floor like she expected it to dissolve beneath her. Between them— The other girl tilted her head. The thing wearing Kiera’s face was perfect in the way mannequins were perfect. No tremor. No tension. Every scar mirrored but smoothed, arranged as if chosen for aesthetic rather than memory. Her eyes were colorless. Not white like emptiness—clear. Like glass. “You arrived faster than I expected,” the double said calmly. “That’s interesting.” Ronan stepped forward. The floor did not resist. “Get away from her,” he said, voice steady.

Olleta , the girl and first-born twin who was a replica of her mother, and Zigfrid, the male and second-born twin who probably took after his father. " They are asleep. Sleeping like angels they are." Dulce smiled. " Must have been a tiring trip for the little ones." " I guess so too. So, tell me, dear one. Becker said, stealing a glance at Dulce. " Tell you what?" " Are you ready?" Dulce smiled. Was she ready? She knew exactly what Becker was asking her. Her aim for returning had revenge in the back of the wheels. She was definitely going to take a piece of everyone who made her look like garbage back in the days.

They weren't ignorant of her reputation as the other woman, and pity wasn't in abundance. I, feigning the innocent observer, gasped dramatically, covering my mouth in mock surprise. "Oh my, darling," I said, turning to Trevor. "So that's Lance's wife? Who would've thought?" I sighed, shaking my head. "Why would Cassidy choose such a path? Becoming a mistress... Who would've thought." By the time Lance's wife had delivered her message with fists and fury, Cassidy lay sprawled on the ground, scarcely clinging to consciousness. The triumphant wife departed with her entourage, leaving behind a tableau of disgrace.

Sebastian POV I spent hours watching ridiculous romcoms with Sheila, both of us lying on my bed. She cuddled against my side while my mind spun in a million directions. I needed a plan, something real and definite to rid my soul of whatever Dietus had bound me with. The taste of Gabe's blood still lingered on my tongue, though I hadn't even made him bleed. Still, I knew how exhilarating it would be to consume his heart, to feel all his power coursing through my veins.

"Quickly, drive Mr. Adrian and Ms. Laurent home!" Cyrus hurriedly ordered the bodyguards. "Have the doctor wait at the annex!" On the way home, Adrian held my hand the entire time. His hand was cold, but his grip was firm. "Why did you come?" he asked in a low voice. "How did you know something would happen to me?" I leaned against the back seat, and my body ached all over. Yet, I felt safer than I ever had before.