Elena Gilbert Doppelgangers Novels & Stories

Elena's voice was shaking. "The genetic research organization, they didn't just watch my family, they created the pattern." My head was pounding but I kept thinking. "Grace looked like someone, Sophia was made to look like Grace, you were made to look like both of them." "You think we were bred?" Elena asked. "Designed?" "I don't know." I hated not having answers. "I need more information before I can say anything for sure." Elena pulled the twins tighter against her chest. "What if it's true? What if we were some kind of experiment?"

She smiled. “You’re lying!” Finrod exclaimed. “Believe whatever you want!” She said. “But I know Inwë can remember it.” Ellaine tried hard to remember. That explains why she dreamed about the Tranjie and Shasta. Her parents never forgot her! Now she knew the explanation why she ended up in Lenriad. But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt.

Her once-proud posture now slouched in exhaustion, and her hands trembled slightly. "What... where am I?" Elena whispered, her voice quivering with confusion. "Sophia? Is it truly her? The Elena we knew?" Alex questioned, taking a tentative step forward. I nodded slowly, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. "Yes, but the transformation might not be permanent. We need to act fast." Elena's gaze flicked between us, her pupils dilating with the realization of her past actions. "The doppelgänger... I was... Was that all me?"

Who the hell was he? “Enough! You can’t have my woman dancing half naked in front of my rivals,” he said. The music stopped and everyone walked out except the four men, the Don, and the intruder. “I can do whatever I want, Elias. And you pushed my buttons by playing that sick joke earlier,” Don said with looking at him. He was still looking at me. Elias smiled. “I did that with Mia’s help. I want Lucia back, Don.” Don stood and faced him. “She’s not Lucia. She’s just a doppelgänger.”

She had run every scenario in her head now on how to protect herself. And now since she’s with Ella and she doesn't know why she’s apologizing, she needs to protect her as well. The woman who looked like her. She doesn't know why she had a doppelganger. Eloisa, the woman who looked so much like her told her all about Ivan and how he fuck her just to think that she was her. She seemed to be having fun and she mumbled that she couldn’t wait to have another Alpha to be controlled.

The mirrored walls around her shimmered – and then, like smoke clearing, the reflection stepped forward. Her face. Her body. Her eyes. But cleaner. Sleeker. Hardened. Hair slicked into a perfect knot. Eyes lined with mechanical precision. No scar under her jaw. No softness in her voice. “Hello, Elena,” said the Revenant’s double. The digital twin. “Or should I say... what's left of you.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Elena flexed her fingers, grounding herself. “I didn’t think you’d come,” the twin said, stepping closer. “Though, I hoped you would. It’s rare, you know. For a ghost to confront its reflection”.

What no one in the room could have ever suspected was that the woman in Alaric’s arms wasn’t Elona at all. The real Elona, unconscious and unaware, was nowhere to be found. In her place was an exact replica, a woman whose appearance was an uncanny match to Elona’s. She was a doppelganger, sent to deceive and manipulate, her mind just as skilled at mimicking Elona’s as her face. Alaric continued to stroke her hair, unaware of the subtle shift in her movements. Every now and then, the doppelganger would look up at him with a knowing glint in her eyes, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

It was gone while she went to grab the fire axe and now, someone was using her face. Later that night, in the Hart Tower's lobby, whispers spread like wildfire. Rumors said that Elena had been seen at a private meeting with key investors and old family friends, promising new changes and a bright future. But the look on their faces was puzzled, even wary. They had met Elena before, the true Elena with her fierce eyes and passionate words. Now, they saw a gentle smile, a soft voice that did not match her anger. A doppelganger had stepped into her place.

She was pronounced DEAD. “No, that can't be her, it's merely a doppelgänger. There are a lot of people who have doppelgängers in this world, it's just someone who looks like her.” I said to Caleb who was still staring at the road, I clenched my fists, why did someone like that have to appear now? Why?! “Are you sure?” He turned to stare at me, questioning in his wide eyes. “Yes. Elaine was dead.” I repeated, more to convince myself than him. My voice wavered, and Caleb’s gaze lingered on me, as if he could see through the lie I was desperately clinging to.

"Hi…" Elena breathed as she opened the door to see her unexpected guest. Would she call her a guest? Her husband's slut? She had a friendly smile on her face. The most shocking thing was that she looked exactly like her. Who has got doppelgänger these days? “Hello,” she said with the smile on her face. She looked more beautiful even if they looked alike. Elena was a shadow of herself. “Umm….are you Elena?” She asked with an unsure look.