Doppelganger Stories Novels & Stories

He took Caroline out for coffee. My dad was a very loving husband. He loved my mother more than anything. My mother was his childhood lover. They feel in love in high school and she never left my dad in his lows and highs. She stood with him when no one else did and he had nothing. She struggled along with my dad for various jobs. They both worked together and gained a lot of success. They both were a power couple. But when my mother passed away my dad became depressed. He didn’t eat properly and didn’t talk to anyone except his kids. It was like my mom took a part of his heart away with her. He was looking for emotional support which Caroline pretended to give for the sake of his money. She

Mary held her hands and asked Helma if it was because of Clara she has made this decision, but Helma nodded no. Helma took another sip of her juice and opened up to Mary. She told Mary about yesterday's event, how she met Kelvin and how Donald interfered and has refused to say anything to her since yesterday. Mary smiled softly and held her hands. "Can you tell you a story?" Mary asked Helma who nodded. "There were two friends who were so fond of each other, one day they got a doll. It was the latest edition and they both got the one each. One day, one of them choosed to leave her doll outside without caring for it because she saw a new edition on a billboard.

“You also mentioned that I’d be going after monsters, what kind of monsters?” “As I said before, we were on the way to deal with the latest one at this college when the death occurred. All we knew was that we were up against a doppelganger. And before you ask, a doppelganger is a monster that is a copy of someone who is living. They take over the life of the one they are copying. The very first thing a doppelganger does upon being brought to life is to kill the original so that it can take over that life. That is why you never see them or rather you think you never see them. They are the very epitome of evil.” “You said that you were Hell Spawn, but doesn’t that mean you serve the Devil?” sa

“I know you’re surprised. But what happened at work changed me. I’ve learnt my lesson.” He took her hand. “There’s this friend of mine,” he began. “Oya sit down,” she said, folding her arms, waiting. “I know I’ve not been a good husband,” he confessed. “But this my friend… his story humbled me.” “What story?” “He told me how he lost his first wife.” “First wife?” she blinked. “He’s been married twice?” “Yes. And the way he lost the first one… hmm.” He swallowed. “He was like me. He liked rough sex. He beat his wife. A lot. Until one day, while they were making love, he beat her so much that she died on the spot.”

“What sacrifice?” “The one you haven’t learned about yet,” the raven said. “The one that will be demanded at the threshold. The reason we’re having this conversation.” “Speak plainly,” Lyanna interjected. “Please. We don’t have much time.” The raven’s many eyes swiveled to her. “The Doppelganger speaks. The one who died in seven timelines and lived in nine. The one who is and isn’t the mate. Tell me, mirror walker, do you know why you exist?”

I moved to give her space which she took and lay beside me, the mattress bounced because she made it like a free fall. "Douple ganger, Zhanaia. Have you ever heard of that?" My brows furrowed. "No." And she explained what douple ganger is. "A douple ganger is a biological unrelated look-alike of someone. It has something to do with the genes something and cross-breed whatever is that." I chuckled at her incomplete scientifical explanation for douple ganger. "But in some beliefs, they say douple ganger is bad luck, an evil twin, but hey, we're in the 2000s, so that's the least of the things I should explain. Surely, this has something to do with that Science thing."

But, how could he prove it? Xander continued to struggle with a series of the endless queries. Enquiring all those questions to Qeiza was impossible. She surely wouldn’t admit it if she’s really Qeiza. Qeiza tried to smile normally. “My face is a bit ordinary,” she joked. “But, you and Qeiza were really like twins,” Xander continuously dug the information. “Have you ever heard a term of doppelganger?” asked Qeiza. “It says that each person on the earth has four twins.”

“The doppelganger is an exact double of a person. They’re an extension of the person, but there’s a difference. Here, read this,” Luella said as she pushed the open book in front of Dennis and pointed to a paragraph. “I was never good at explaining things. I’d make a horrible teacher.” Dennis focused on the words. “A ghostly double of a living person, especially one that haunts its fleshly counterpart,” he read.

"It's not. It's not easy and you know that. It happened to me once, and I had to let go." "Have you?" Dominus raised his brow. "Y-yes, I have." Whirling his head unhurriedly, he spoke. "Don't lie to me. Detecting lies might not be my forte, but I'm damn good at it." Gretel was about to retort when something abruptly entered her intellect. "The doppelganger isn't planning on making a deal with mother, that isn't his aim. He aims to kill her." "Why?" Dominus asked, confused.

We quickened our pace, driven by the need to unravel the mysteries of this realm. But as we approached the source of light, a figure materialized—a doppelgänger, mirroring my form but exuding an air of malevolence. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural intensity, reflecting our own fears and insecurities. "You cannot escape the shadows within," the doppelgänger hissed, its voice distorted with an eerie echo. "Confront your darkest selves, or be consumed by them." My heart raced, knowing that this was not a mere illusion but a manifestation of our deepest fears. The doppelgänger moved with an uncanny grace, taunting us with its presence.