Doppelganger Stories Novels & Stories

I stated before folding my arms across my chest, constantly raising my left brow. It was true. I was on various dating sites, having different names and personalities per website and application. I met Francisco in Tagged where I dressed up as a dweeb. So when he contacted me, I grabbed the opportunity. He instantly asked us to meet. I stalked him in his real accounts and found out that he was married for eight years and had four children, all girls. I started getting my head into the game as he seemed loaded. I permed and dyed my originally black, straight hair to bright red. To complete my nerdy get-up, I wore a very naive white floral dress, black sandals, and thick-rimmed, rectangular gl

My image in the mirror didn’t mirror my mouth movements when I spoke, instead, she was smiling back at me, her eyes looking back at me with malice. "What is this?" I said , taking a step back, while mirror me tilted its head to the side. "What does it look like?" she asked, "I'm your shadow self. I guess, you can also call me your doppelganger. " "my-" I said and pressed my hand to my eyes, "another dimension." I said coolly and my doppelganger laughed, albeit cruelly. "I'm the version of you that can never lose." she said coldly, "you know why? Because I'm not weak. I don't let useless emotions and affections get the better of me." my doppelganger said and I pressed my lips.

Annabel seized the moment of distraction, slamming her shoulder into the doppelgänger and forcing it back. “You’re strong,” the doppelgänger admitted, regaining its footing. “Stronger than I expected. But strength won’t save you from what’s coming.” Damian struggled to his feet, wiping blood from his lip. “What’s coming?” he spat. “More cryptic nonsense?” The doppelgänger didn’t answer. Instead, it raised its hand, and the fractured ground around them began to shift. Stone and debris floated into the air, orbiting the doppelgänger like a makeshift shield.

Gomez said. "This is crazy. It's just a coincidence I think, Maybe the theory of doppelganger exist, we all have ours right?" Mrs. Kim said. "I don't know what to believe, I don't believe the theory of reincarnation but seems this is mysterious." He said and paused. "I'll be taking my leave, Nice spending time with you, Mrs. Kim." They shook hands and he left. Mr. Gomez kept staring at the two picture as he approached the car.

"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.

“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

"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!"