History Doppelganger Novels & Stories

Hannah pressed her lips as she pointed to the tequila. “I think I need that.” “Babe,” Reid was puzzled. “Now, get our DNA tested,” Hannah said. “I think we are not just doppelgangers. Doppelgangers from what I know live in different times, probably generations… I don’t know.” She sighed. “How are we going to end this?” She asked. “I’m doing everything I can, my love.” He reached her back and gently patted. “Okay,” She nodded. “I trust you.” She then looked at him and then to Xander and Reagan. “So, whatever you guys are up to, make sure to make it alive and as possible, unscathed.”

the doppelgänger said smoothly. Dorian took a step back. “Okay, yeah, I hate this.” Cassian shifted protectively in front of Lena. “Who the hell are you?” The other Lena’s golden eyes gleamed. “I told you. I’m her.” She tilted her head. “Or rather, what she’s meant to become.” Lena’s hands clenched. “No.” The doppelgänger’s smile widened. “Yes.” And then, with a wave of her hand, the shadows rose—swallowing everything whole.

The doppelganger turned. Steve rose to his feet, bloodied but steady. "Something's changed," the doppelganger said, narrowing his eyes. "You're right about one thing," Steve said hoarsely. "We are the same." The doppelganger froze. "You’re not just a dark version of me. You are me. The part of me I never wanted to face. The anger. The fear. The guilt. The things I buried so deep... I gave you life." "Don’t fool yourself," the doppelganger growled. "This ends with your death."

They were pictures of us—Nathaniel, myself, and a third person. The pictures told a story we couldn't comprehend—a story of a parallel life we had never known existed. They depicted a different version of Nathaniel, a man whose face mirrored his own, yet harbored a dark secret. The presence of this doppelganger hinted at a conspiracy so sinister and convoluted that it threatened to shatter our reality. Determined to unravel the truth, we delved into a world of hidden identities and clandestine organizations. Our journey took us to the darkest corners of society, where powerful forces manipulated lives and orchestrated destinies.

The sole reason he married me was because I looked like her. He never loved me. He could not even try. What an asshole. Though one thing keeps itching at the corner of my mind—why did that woman look so much like me? That was such an uncanny thing. I’d only ever heard of doppelgängers in stories and folklore. They’re said to be so rare that only one pair is found in centuries. Was that what we were? Doppelgängers? What must she have been like? I couldn’t even extend my anger to the poor woman who must be shaking her head somewhere in the afterlife, watching her ex-husband act a fool and marry her lookalike just to satiate her absence.

He pushed me back, away from the door that closed behind his back. Nabastala Putra, the real name of a gigolo who claims to be Aryo. More interesting, actually. However, this man who was taller than me by a few inch seemed to investigate our surroundings with an annoyed look. "Just a moment..., just a moment." My forefinger and thumb formed a small pinch in the air. Perhaps pinching the tanned circles on his chest was much more fun than starting a conversation like this. "Guest, Bro?" Another voice asked from the open door behind Aryo. Ah, I'm used to calling him that.

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.”

“A doppelganger?” “Someone who looks just like you,” I clarified, my tone as casual as I could make it, though my grip on the briefcase in my hand tightened. Rui didn’t hesitate. “You should’ve killed him.” “What?” I blinked, caught off guard by his response. “Only one person shall remain,” Rui said firmly like this were a universally accepted rule. “Don’t you know about that rule, sir? You love watching horror movies! A doppleganger is someone placed in the world to replace you. You should have offed his head right away. Or, do you want me to do that for you, sir?”

She hesitates, makes a soft clicking sound with her tongue, then asks, “What would you do if you saw a dead person alive again?” The question hits me. I stare at her, surprised. “A dead person? Alive?” “I mean…” she begins, gesturing with her hands. “You see someone who looks like someone you know to be dead.” I blink, trying to process it. “Well… people do look alike,” I say slowly. “There’s a term for it… doppelgänger.” I shrug. “Exactly!” She straightens, her energy rising suddenly. “I know that. I know people can resemble each other. But this wasn’t that.”