Doppelganger Novels & Stories

Her cries sounded like a piece of music in the doppelganger's ears "Welcome back, Elise" "Let me go," Elise voice cracked with tears. "No, no, I can't do that dear. Your destiny is yet to be fulfilled. It's just getting started." The doppelganger's voice was filled with evilness. "Your life will end just like your last life." Her evil grin plastered on her face as she moved forward to Elise "You get to have a second chance just to end the same way. Hmmm, painful " She mocked

Also, that stranger's brows are way thicker than him. 'What is this? Is he our Alpha’s doppelganger?!' Hunter said inside his mind. 'Wait a minute. I heard this tale that if you have met your doppelganger, then you will die soon. Oh no!' With his ridiculous assumption, Hunter dropped the paper bags and used his hands to cover that stranger's eyes. "No! No Alpha! Don't look at his eyes! You'll die!" The man struggled around Hunter’s strong grip. "What the hell dude! Let go of me!" he complained.

Something like vengeance. Outside, the forest stirred with the movements of her double. The clone walked as she did, carried her scent, moved with her very essence. Caelum had set the spell-bound creation wandering the woodlands where Evander’s hunters prowled. They followed eagerly, snarling at every turn, certain they were closing in on the true Nyx. And each time, the doppelgänger slipped just far enough to lure them deeper into cursed ground. Sometimes into briar mazes that swallowed their footing. Sometimes into hollowed trees where shadows whispered madness. Always away from Nyx herself.

“I’m sorry. I just needed to verify something from you, Amoux. I’m sorry if I ever invaded your privacy, but you look so much…” “Like your mate? I’m sorry, my name is Amoux, not Gerard. People say that to me and I don’t even want to think about it because I don’t know the guy you are talking about. Just consider me his doppelgänger, ok. Stop following me or else, I will inform Garold and tell him that maybe you want to have an affair with me. We both know he wouldn’t take it easy with you. You know how he behaves.’ “Amoux, what is going on here?’

she asked. "Suppose a Sorrowful Man came to my palace one night and killed you as you slept," said Xaro. The Sorrowful Men were an ancient sacred guild of assassins, so named because they always whispered, "I am so sorry," to their victims before they killed them. The Qartheen were nothing if not polite. "It is wisely said that it is easier to milk the Stone Cow of Faros than to wring gold from the Pureborn."

1" tall dressed in a black three piece suit. A red cowboy hut and a long black trench coat on top of his three piece suit with no tie, his hands were protected by black leather gloves and he was smoking a cigarette, walking in slow motion like a movie star with the smoke from his big cigar blocking his face. And despite his condition Blake had a man crush on him. But when he got closer he realized, the man was him! His Doppelganger went ahead and kissed Tessa so deep and took the gun from her. She was left gasping for air standing frozen like lots wife in the bible. "Am taking over this interrogation" he said kissing the tip of the gun. "How's this possible. Y

Recently, Hope Ryker had stirred things up after hearing from some friends that condoms aren’t 100% effective. "Oh yeah. My doppelgängers are here," Hope chuckled as he sidled up to his twin siblings, squeezing between them on the couch and throwing an arm around each of them. "Hope." Love huffed, blowing out a sigh of exasperation. His eyes remained glued to the big TV screen, fingers deftly working the game controller. "We are not your doppelgängers. Do you even know what a doppelgänger is? In folklore and popular culture, it's often seen as a harbinger of bad luck or an omen of death! You're just spewing nonsense without thinking."

Jackson said, and my mouth dropped open "It's not normal or a coincidence that two people mistook you for different women." "Why do you say that?" I asked. "Because there is only one doppelganger of someone per generation," Jackson said and I looked at him blankly. "It is said that in the world, we always have a doppelganger. Sometimes the Goddess gives these doppelgangers powers and blesses them appropriately to be recipients of great power—" Jackson stopped his talk and suddenly looked at me with a somber look. I was missing the point.

He screamed, I laughed even more. What do you call it? A man of pleasure who is willing to do anything for a payment sheet called money. My employees called him male prostitute, an urban word that was foreign to me. I'm more familiar with the word gigolo, which is what the service provider used to say. "You have the right to be quiet," I whispered behind his ear, biting slightly, then releasing the monster preparing to rage down there, "and try not to make a sound at all." Without feeling the need to lubricate, I wanted to torture someone. To enter her many times full of intimidation.

she asked. “I was.” “I remember one night as we walked the boardwalk along the river, you told me that we were slated for each other and that’s why our love felt so natural. Maybe that’s why I’m a natural traveler too.” He pulled her back to the ledge to sit next to him. Taking her hand in his, he twined his fingers with hers. “Now that you know about the traveling, I want to clarify that statement. You see, we exist in various timelines at the same time. I know that’s a foreign idea to you, but bear with me, please.” He waited for her to say something, but she simply looked at him; giving him her fullest attention. “I’m not sure of the how and why of it, but when you travel to different