Doppelganger Novels & Stories

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Double embarrassment. “No,” I coughed and immediately looked ahead. My heart pounded like crazy as my mind rang with the warning that I could not be having these weird feelings for a man I barely knew for a day. Xavier dropped me home and left right after while I watched him go. I went to my room and slept off. Brrr! Brrr! My buzzing phone woke me up. I grumbled, and picked it up, placing it to my ear. “Hello, Miss Diana,” the voice said and I yawned. “The bank is giving you a day to evacuate the house on the terms of defaulting your loan. You are two years due. Do well to follow the right procedure.”

the doppelganger said, voice echoing with corruption. "But so have I." He raised a blade of shadow. And charged.

… I wore the dress Rachel loved so much. The system said, "My host, you have completed your revenge. Do you wish to switch lives right away?" A few months ago, the system told me I could exchange my life for Rachel's if I could finish my revenge. Since then, I had been living for nothing else. I didn't tell Verde, as he would never let me go through with the plan. "Yes," I said resolutely. The system answered, "Reward claimed. Every trace about you will be deleted. No one will have any memories of you. Even your son will disappear. Everyone else shall live out their lives as you have planned for them. Do you wish to use this item?"

Or someone who looks like him. He appeared older and more intense, dressed in black robes instead of a suit. His eyes shone red, not gold, and his grin was sinister, stretching unnaturally wide. The doppelgänger leaned back in the chair, folding his hands together. “Ah, finally, the fox and his bride have come home.” Camela froze, moving closer to Vincent as she whispered. “That’s not you.” The doppelgänger tilted his head with a look of amusement as he replied. “Not me? Then why does he wear my chain? Why do I know every thought that crosses his mind before he even speaks?”

The figure was identical to him in every way, but this time its eyes burned with a sickly green glow, and its smile was cruel, almost predatory. “You think you’re safe?” the doppelgänger sneered, its voice dripping with malice. “You think they’ll protect you? You’re weak, Luke. Always have been.” Luke took a step back, his breathing ragged. “Fuck off man you’re not real. This isn’t real.” The doppelgänger chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating like a thousand voices. “Oh, but I am. I’m the part of you that you can’t escape. The part you pretend doesn’t exist. And I’m only getting stronger.”

"I knew someone from Jessy's people who said that you would be the one to bring change to our race, as well as races like Jessy's. However, I've always thought it was a figment of my imagination. You know that I never believed in superstitions. Rebirth, prophecy, anything that cannot be accepted by common sense, I never believe in." "I know. That's why I didn't say anything about it. However, after seeing Jessabelle, I know she's not Ivanna." "I told you. You may not believe me, but have you ever heard of a doppelganger?" "Doppel what?" "Doppelganger. Twins, even looking identical, but not having the same DNA. It is said that ea

They did resemble each other, but definitely different people. Praveen remembered about the doppelganger. Two people who are almost similar like twins but are not related by blood. Although this doppelganger was originally associated with mystical things and smells of death, the results of research prove it does exist. There are two people out there who can be very similar but who don't know each other or are related. The easiest example was that there is ordinary people who are similar to famous figures. Were Ashita and Zoya doppelgangers? It could be!

Something dangerous. Something that could destroy them all.

"You’re imagining things." "I'm not," Freddo insisted, his genius brain connecting dots I tried to hide. "He has my nose. He has my eyes. Even the way he stands. The probability of two unrelated humans sharing such identical phenotypic traits is less than—" "Freddo," I cut him off, kneeling in front of him and taking his hands. "People resemble each other without any blood relation. It happens all the time. It’s called a doppelgänger. It’s just a coincidence."