Doppelganger Novels & Stories

he hissed. He laid her down, his movements rough and efficient. As he began to thrust his fingers into her, her body shook with the force of it. Watching my best friend tremble under his touch sent a flare of jealousy through me. I wanted it to be me. I mirrored her movements, my own fingers moving frantically as I watched him finally enter her. He slammed into her with a raw, primal intensity. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, terrified they would discover me lurking in the dark.

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!

"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."

I didn’t know what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop now. “Told me what?” I replied. Focusing on what he was saying and reaching out for Craig was difficult. I was trying to keep my cool, but it was hard. Sweat beaded my forehead as I over extended my mental capability. “Your brith name is Dawn Fairborne but that is not who you truly are. You are a doppelgänger.” “A what?” I blinked. I almost lost a hold of the connection, but I reeled myself back in. I felt the tether hit something in the back of my mind. I didn’t know if it was Craig or not, but there was no time to overthink it.

The other me wears a morbid smile and cocks her head like a curious dog. Then she turns to look at something, and my gaze follows. A second doppelganger of myself is chuckling. "Hello, I and Me! It's delightful that We should meet here!" says the second one. "I'm truly honored," I respond, mustering whatever cordiality I can. "Honored, truly? I thought You and I were Me and We were You?" the first doppelganger interjects, vexing me. "Are we losing our minds?" I ask hesitantly.

He ask again and this time with concern. "Hmmm" I sigh. "I confirmed from my human friend that I am the Luna's Doppelganger." "What?" George says in utmost curiosity. "What does that even mean?" He says again raising his brows in a more concerned look. "It means a ghostly double of a living person." I say looking away to avoid meeting their eyes. "Huh?" They both say almost in fear. "Could that mean you are a ghost?" Handel asks as he furrows his brows staring right at me.

Finding myself in front of a horizontal slab mirror, I splashed cold water on my face, breathing in and out, acquiring some courage to cope with the situation. "You can do it Samar. Same name does not make the people same. She is not my Kayra, she is just an employee at my hotel, that's it. You don't need to be conscious of her presence, you just have to behave normal.", Wiping my face off, I came out after pondering a lot about it, mumbling 'I can do it.' "Miss Kayra, Good morning. Sorry, I was partly zoned out and couldn't hear what you said.", Meeting her eyes for the first time, I confidently said, avoiding any handshake.