Doppelganger Stories Novels & Stories

"For a second… I thought she could be a way out for us." That made him turn. "A way out?" he repeated, his brows knitting slightly. "What do you mean?" Isabelle shifted beside him, propping herself up on one elbow so she could look down at him. There was something strange in her eyes—something calculating, but also… hopeful. "Have you heard of doppelgangers?" she asked. "Someone who looks exactly like you?" Ryan let out a quiet breath of amusement. "I've heard the myths. If two doppelgangers meet…" he said lazily, his gaze drifting over her face, "…the one who sees the other first is doomed to meet a tragic fate. Death, sometimes."

, I tried to start the conversation. " Oh, I see! you were alone!", His eyes didn't seem interested in my talk. Perhaps, he assumed that I was gaining sympathy. Nonetheless, he was wrong. "Well, the actual story is I had knocked out a guy who was stalking me for a while. And ever since, no one came close to me, not even girls.", I giggled. " What? Why?", He was surprised. I did expect this reaction. "One story at a time, Mr. samar Oberoi.", I reminded him.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

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.

raised my head and nodded in affirmation, “You know ever since I lost Emilia it's not been easy for me, and after I left the orphanage, I came to my father's house to continue with another terrible experience,” He said, I gazed at him in pity and shock, “What do you mean?” I asked, sitting up in curiosity. “My step mother,” He said, shifting his gaze to the paintings behind his desk, hung on the wall. “She was a demon, her and my step sisters.” He said, anger slipped through his words, his expression read pain. “She dealt with you like the nuns?” I said, my heart melted, I felt his pain, uncontrollably, tears welled up in my eyes, He tore out the soft tissue paper and handed them over to me

“I’m not sure of the how and why of it, but when you travel to different timelines, you occasionally encounter a person who could be your doppelganger. They’re more than just a twin. They carry an essence of you in them. They lead a life that feels familiar to you. Perhaps it is a life that you’d considered or even feared. Should you cross each other’s paths, one of two things will happen. You will either feel a bond of familiarity that resembles love, or you will feel disdain or possibly even hate. It all depends upon what aspect of you the doppelganger happens to hold within it.” “Wow. That’s so unbelievable, it’s believable,” she said with awe. “Isn’t it? You should have seen me the

“The hunters I mean.” “What do you mean?” Cain asked. “Right now, they encounter doppelgänger demons. What if they imitate people? Hunters will have a hard time.” said Beatrix. “And so are the people, the doppelgänger is a disaster.” “But isn’t the doppelgänger only seen when someone is about to die?” Luke asked. “Yeah, they’re often called evil twins or harbingers,” said Beatrix. “But they are actually a broken soul, chief.”

He assured me, but I wasn't done yet. "And what if I tell you that I've been seeing a woman that looks exactly like her? I mean, their hair color is different, but they are so much alike and I can't help but think that Anya isn't dead as we think," He tilted his head to the side, his expression stoic and unfeeling. "What makes you think so?" He let out short breaths. "Their uncanny resemblance, Dmitri. I know that a person can have a doppelganger, but hers is too striking,"

"Doppelganger. Twins, even looking identical, but not having the same DNA. It is said that each of us has several doppelgangers. Seven, if I remember correctly. And if all seven meet, then they will die." I stared at him unblinkingly for a while, but in the next second, I couldn't help but feel an amused feeling tickling my chest. Seriously, that's the worst and most ridiculous story I've ever heard! "You say you don't believe in superstition, rebirth, but you believe in that kind of bedtime story?" I laughed again. "You've got to be kidding!"