Elena Gilbert Doppelgangers Novels & Stories

When she looked at me and didn't recognise who I was, I knew then that it was not Eleanor. I didn't think it was possible but Elena looked exactly like my wife. She was a spitting image of her. This would explain the power that she has. She's a doppelganger. In that moment but felt like I had been given a second chance in life. I lied about who I was but only because I wanted to see her in the light, she was just like I remembered Eleanor, down to the smile on her face. To her I was just ba stranger passing through time but to me, she was everything I could have had.

Well he deserved his death. "Oh?" I said dryly, turning my head to see the shy Mira behind the ranting old woman. She looked embarrassed about the situation and just stood there with a flushed face. "What do you mean by "oh"? Elisa Gilbert is a murderer and an adulteress." Okay this old woman was pushing it. I glanced around and noticed people were already gathering watching the show, shit. If I did things my way it would probably cause a backlash on Eli. I closed in with the old woman despite her backing away.

Elena whispered. Mira shook her head. "I watched her fall," Elena said. "I climbed down. I held her hand. I felt her pulse stop." "You felt a pulse stop." Mira's voice was gentle. "That doesn't mean it was hers." "Whose, then?" Mira looked at the photograph. "Isabella. Your biological mother. The woman who's been pulling the strings from the beginning." "Isabella is at the safe house in Arlington." "Isabella is everywhere." Mira took the photograph back. "She has people. Doppelgangers. Women who look like her, sound like her, move like her. She's been using them for decades."

He suddenly became aware of an unsettling truth. Everything about this woman signaled danger. The sound of her laughter. Her smile. Her boldness. And now… her chicken wrap. Elena caught a glint of something in his eyes. She wasn't sure what it was, but she recognized positive feedback, though it was yet unspoken. A barely audible “Mm,” sounded from him. Julia raised an eyebrow at the sound. “Ginger with chilli”, he said, looking at Ruby, who in turn looked at Elena, who smiled and gestured with a thumb up.

"She looks exactly like me. Like I was cloned or something. Anyone with half a brain will think the same thing Ellie and wonder. Hence the question." "God created two people alike." She said. Cesar shrugged. “I don’t believe that cock and bull story about God creating two people alike.” He said gruffly. “Haven’t you met your doppelganger? I have seen mine and she’s a little girl. She’s so adorable.” Ellie smiled fondly. “I have seen mine too but that’s not the point here.” He rumbled. Ellie let out a frustrated sigh. “Okay but what if it’s the truth?”. She asked.

Everything is spotless, polished, and so grand, it almost felt unreal… way too luxurious for someone like me. Inside the restroom, I passed a mirror—and froze. Did I just see a ghost? I stepped back and looked again. "Arrrrgh!" I screamed. "Who is this? Why am I in a stranger’s body?!" I stumbled backward, heart pounding. Then I looked again, this time slowly, closely. My heart skipped. “Wait… I know this face.” “No… no, this can’t be real.” “This is Elena Scarlet.” I held my hair, my fingers shaking.

says the Archon Major as he embraces Enril. "And I'm happy to see you and all of you. It seems like a long time since we last met," replies Enril, with a smile on his face. "When did you arrive?" he asks, confused by their sudden appearance until he gazes at the twin Archontes. "Am I seeing double? Why are there two Gils?" "You're not seeing double. The she-wolf Gil was actually an Archon in human form, Gil's twin sister," explains the Archon Major.

Who sang while cleaning. Who kissed her forehead every night. This woman was someone else. Someone dangerous. Someone trained. Someone capable. Someone who lived a double life. Gabriel sighed. "Elena spent years infiltrating criminal networks connected to Genesis." Antonio looked stunned. "She never told us that." "Because she didn't trust you." Gabriel replied. Antonio couldn't even argue. Because he knew Gabriel was right. Gabriel turned another page. Then another. Then another. Years passed within seconds. Missions.

"Under what name?" I understood what he was asking. Was I still Lina Vale, the woman with no past, or Elena Valenti, the daughter who had walked away? I tightened my fingers around the mug. "Elena Valenti."

“I think it’s time you knew which one of us raised you.” My stomach dropped. Dante didn’t move. Helena looked almost amused. “You’ve spent years believing your mother died.” The woman beside her stepped forward. “She didn’t.” Emilia looked at me. “I had a twin sister.” The woman smiled. “And I was the one who stayed.” I couldn’t breathe. Dante stared between them. “You’re saying…” “My name is Elena,” the woman said. She touched Helena’s shoulder. “And your mother spent years pretending to be someone else.”