Elena Gilbert Doppelgangers Novels & Stories

The woman looked at Elena. “I am you.” Elena froze. Another capsule opened. Then another. Then hundreds. Then thousands. One after another. WHOOSH. WHOOSH. WHOOSH. The chamber came alive. Millions of bodies began awakening. Adrian stared in horror. “This wasn't the Genesis army.” Elena shook her head. “No.” She looked at the capsules. “These are the originals.” Subject One nodded. “The seven million were copies.” Elena turned toward him. “Copies of what?”

Elena said, supporting Silver. "That was actually nice," Silver said, praising Elena's dissing skills. Elena smiled at them as they shook their hands in pride. Glad that they were able to form a team and make fun of Gaby. "You both remind me of a movie that I watched, the title was, what was it again?, Oh yes, dumb and dumber. Your energies are just so similar to the two main characters," Gaby said, smirking at them. "I think you made a mistake. I watched a movie that had the same title but the main character was a girl, something funny," Silver said, smiling at her.

"I knew someone from Jessy's people who said that you would be the one to bring change to our race, as well as races like Jessy's. However, I've always thought it was a figment of my imagination. You know that I never believed in superstitions. Rebirth, prophecy, anything that cannot be accepted by common sense, I never believe in." "I know. That's why I didn't say anything about it. However, after seeing Jessabelle, I know she's not Ivanna." "I told you. You may not believe me, but have you ever heard of a doppelganger?" "Doppel what?" "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 correct

Not Leonid. One of the guards. Elena kept her smile in place. “Just covering a shift.” “You’re not on the schedule,” he said. Shit. She tilted her head. “Management added me last minute.” “Come with me.” Panic rose. But just then— A familiar figure appeared by the booth. Gabriel. In disguise — not as himself, but another client, drink in hand, sleeves rolled up. He winked. Elena did the flick. Spin. Hair.

“I went to the warehouse where Mirabel was shot because I thought I could find something there, and I did. I found this piece of paper. In it are two names. One the name of a woman and the other the name of a gang.” “Let me see that.” I took the paper from her to look at the content. True to her words, it had two names written on it. Andrea .J. Garner and The Dead Ivory. “I don’t understand the significance of these names.” I admitted. “What do they mean?” “I looked into Andrea .J. Garner and to my surprise, it is Elena Greene.” She had me, then she lost me. “How can Elena be Andrea? What are you talking about?”

Elena had proven to be smarter than I had imagined, and in the long run, she would be invaluable in helping me uncover my enemies. “Is there a reason you suddenly went to the hospital?” I asked. Elena dropped the teddy bear and walked toward the letters. She opened one and gasped loudly. “This letter tells you to drink poison and end your life.” “Yes,” I responded, but I pressed on with my earlier question. “Elena,” I said, grabbing her hand as she reached for another letter. “I didn’t bring you here for sympathy.” I turned her to face me. “I wanted you to see what my life is like and the dangers that come with being close to me.”

"I guess I don't get what you're saying." "I know it's you Amelia! You can cut the act now." Li-lah shook her head in denial. "I'm really not who you're saying I am. I'm Delilah Sanchez." Diego's faith was shaking. Is she really not Amelia? Was he wrong? "You're not Amelia, are you?" "That's what I've been saying. You must have thought I was someone else. Delilah Sanchez is who I am." but... "Mom, Grandma is here." Lia said running over to Li-lah. She was excited.

She looked about the same age as her nephew, with delicate and beautiful features, like a doll-like little girl, inconceivably named Elle. "Yes, Miss Carter. This little girl brought the invitation, which we sent to Miss Elle, and she also claims to be Designer Elle herself." The receptionist girl was also feeling surreal. Initially, she had thought Eleanor was Designer Elle's daughter or relative, but she never expected her to be the designer herself. The sense of surrealism wasn't limited to the receptionist girl; even Bianca and Jessie were stunned, their eyes almost falling to the ground. ***

"Allevino Wiratama!" The call coming from the corridor made my steps stop. The distinctive feminine voice of the French-born girl, Camille Zoe. I was so surprised that I froze in place, then made sure the buttons on the shirt I was wearing impromptu didn't have the wrong holes. "I'm dead!" My lips clamped shut as the words came out. "Are you crazy, leaving me behind just for a guy?" Her foreign accent was still very noticeable.

Struggling with my tie, I called someone. "Lily, come now. I can't do it without you.", Lily is my longtime secretary and a perfect friend. I have become more comfortable with her over the years. Well, I knew she was waiting for my call. Due to inheriting genes from an European mother, she got two blue twinkling eyes, which are always a centre of attraction. She entered my room, giggling. 'Gone is her fear', My subconscious told me. "Good morning, sir.", She streched the 'r' sound in sir unnecessarily while chuckling, hiding his creased lips with one hand.