Doppelganger Novels & Stories

While my mother went to answer the door, I peered out the side window to try to see if I could name who was at our house unannounced. I didn't recognize the lady as someone in our pack or someone I had previously met. Do doppelgangers truly exist? Because that is the only way that I could accurately describe the lady at our door: as a slightly older version of myself. The only questions in my mind right then were, "Who is this woman?" and "Where did she come from?"

he consoled her even if he wasn't the real culprit. Interestingly though, he still liked her, even if she was in a different dress. It was like she was fated for him. But he felt offended. She recognized him even with a mask on but failed to recognize that he was a twin since she already fucked Zach. Given Zach's existence was a secret and their impeccable resemblance, no one could tell them apart. But this woman was also wrong— for sleeping with the wrong twin. He decided to pretend that he was the one who banged her so there would be no repercussions after.

His eyes twinkled and then darkened almost immediately as the thought of Arabella wandered into his mind. He didn't know how, but the Delicate Rose reminded him of Arabella. It wasn't just a reminder, she looked like Arabella's twin, and he didn't think it was possible for anyone to look so much alike without being related. "Perhaps, they are doppelgangers." Blaze asserted. Sandro's eyes snapped towards Blaze. He didn't know he had said his thoughts aloud. "Doppelganger? I hope not." Sandro mumbled. The last time a doppelganger was mentioned was 100 years ago. Heck, the previous replica literally

However, he was so cocky. The girl then turned to her father and asked, “Dad, what is a doppelganger?” Adam, who was busy with his phone, stopped to answer his daughter’s sudden question. “Hmm …. Imagine you have a special friend who looks exactly like you. They have the same face, height, and even the same voice as you. It's like having a twin, but not exactly. This special friend is called your doppelganger!” he tried to answer in the most easier way possible. “A doppelganger is someone who looks just like you, but they're not related to you at all. They're like a copy of you, but from different

) before. Wait. Wait a minute. What the hell did this weird woman just called him?! What was it a… a doppelganger? Dude, really? The twins had been on the receiving end of those poor jokes for as long as Alistair remembered… and to be honest, he had grown quite sick of hearing the same damn thing; sure, the two of them may practically share the same face but their hair and skin color–probably even the eye color considering Alastor’s looked a little bit of darker than his–aren’t the same because Alistair, unlike his completely normal-looking twin, looked like a bleached, gigantic freaky version of the other.

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

People who resemble each other so closely that they could be twins even though they share no blood. But even as I think it, I know how ridiculous it sounds. A doppelgänger who sounds like him? Who carries himself the same way? Who has that same intensity in his eyes when he speaks? In this world, nothing is that perfect. Either it’s him, or my grief is playing tricks on me. Making me see what I want to see because the alternative is too painful to accept. I sink into a chair. The weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders.

“What Mr. Gordon is offering is to remove all the werewolf genes in you, your sister, Trevor, and Peter. You would never have to hear about Project Jericho again.” “It sounds too simple,” I scoffed. “Nothing about Project Jericho had ever been simple. It has to be a trap.” “That's what I thought,” he said. “But it's not a trap. This could the end if you want it to be.” It sounded surreal to me. As much as I wanted Project Jericho to end for good, and as much as I didn't want to hear from the Gordons and Chesterfields anymore, couldn't believe it. ”The pack could be our backup plan,” he said.

"Don't expect us to play by the book when you never cared for what's written in it." "Playing dirty? I like it." Sheia laughed maniacally. Her dark hair bounced with the action. Eris smirked threading his hand through his curly locks. Again so much difference there. If she hadn't been there at the time of their birth centuries ago, she wouldn't have believed they were twins. Gaia rolled her eyes. "I'm just following your lead." She shrugged. She disguised as an old witch and she didn't directly interfere with anything. They merely left bread crumbs for them to follow.

I anticipated his question and produced my phone, showing him the app I used. “It’s called a drone, Charles,” I replied. “It’s got small cameras and they use it to film or take pictures from the air. Wanna see it?” “Yeah!” Then I opened the SLS app and looked around with it until I caught the sticks of the twins running toward Ted. Ricky covered his mouth, his eyes jumping up and down from my screen to the garden before us. “Charlotte and Charles Blotter. They died in their late seventies, but came back as children.”