Real Doppelgänger Novels & Stories

He would never just want to be in their lives; he would want to take them away from me, and I would rather die than let him take my children away from me. “Lisa, are they mine?” he asks again. “What the heck, Ronan, do you think this stupid picture proves anything? Just because they look a little like you doesn’t mean anything. People don’t need to be related to look alike, you know. There’s this thing called doppelgängers—they actually exist, you know?” I stand from my seat and begin making my way back to the apartment. “A little? You couldn’t even tell it was me and not your child in that photo at first, and you call that ‘a little’?”

“Not your parents. Not the media. No one.” Kingsley frowned. “That’s not possible. I—” She cut in gently. “It is. Because Beth replaced you. With a double.” He blinked. “A what?” “A doppelgänger. Someone who looked like you. Sounded like you. She took a man who already resembled you and made him undergo jaw reduction surgery to look identical. She padded his body, trained him, drilled him on your life. Then… she presented him to your parents and friends like nothing was wrong.”

And this man who was standing right here was a splitting resemblance of the person. He walked up to the person. “Hello, can I talk to you?” “Whatever,” the man snapped in a somewhat rude tone. Logan took a deep breath, happy that at least he was willing to answer him. He brought out the picture and showed him. The man took the picture and studied it for a few seconds. Then he flung it at Logan. “That isn't me. It is possibly a doppelganger.” “But it…” Logan tried to talk again but the person he was talking to left.

Dorian muttered something under his breath before pulling out a dagger. Lena turned slowly. And then she felt it. Not just the presence of something nearby—but something familiar. A ripple in the air. A pulse that matched her own. Her breath hitched. And then, stepping out from the shadows, came the last person she ever expected to see. Herself. Not the shadowed figure from the Rift. Not an illusion. But her. Flesh and blood. And she was smiling. “Hello, Lena,” the doppelgänger said smoothly.

The other me wears a morbid smile and cocks her head like a curious dog. Then she turns to look at something, and my gaze follows. A second doppelganger of myself is chuckling. "Hello, I and Me! It's delightful that We should meet here!" says the second one. "I'm truly honored," I respond, mustering whatever cordiality I can. "Honored, truly? I thought You and I were Me and We were You?" the first doppelganger interjects, vexing me. "Are we losing our minds?" I ask hesitantly.

’ I complained at the back of my mind. After a while, he stopped laughing. Then he countered with a smirk. “Did you also know that the chances of a person looking exactly the same as someone else in all eight features are about one in one trillion? This only means that there's definitely a mathematical chance for two doppelgangers to exist, according to what you have said, but it's highly unlikely.” Well, yes. I was aware of it. However, I purposely didn’t mention it as I was trying to let him believe that the woman he met might be our doppelganger.

"He knows me. He'll notice—" "People see what they expect to see," Voss said, simply. "A man who loves a woman expects to see her when he looks at her face. The doppelganger doesn't need to be perfect. It just needs to be convincing enough that he doesn't question it for the next ten days."

Kael was there in an instant, gripping her shoulders, holding her upright. “No,” Rhea breathed. “That wasn’t me. That wasn’t—” “But it was,” Violet said gently. “Not you. But her. The first Rhea.” Rhea laughed once, hollow and broken. “So what am I then?” Violet didn’t answer immediately. Marek broke the silence. “So… they’re doppelgängers?” Violet’s eyes snapped to him. “Not copies,” she said coldly. “Echoes.” ---

That consequently left me alone with him. “By chance, do...do you believe in reincarnation? Or doppelgängers, Mr. Ozric?” I asked out of the blue. It was my way of opening a conversation after an awkward silence with him, but partly I was curious, too. I believed in such things, and right now, I was leaning into the idea that Mr. Darien Ozric of the Ozric International Conglomerate had a doppelgänger in a different world. Twisted.

Jackson said, and my mouth dropped open "It's not normal or a coincidence that two people mistook you for different women." "Why do you say that?" I asked. "Because there is only one doppelganger of someone per generation," Jackson said and I looked at him blankly. "It is said that in the world, we always have a doppelganger. Sometimes the Goddess gives these doppelgangers powers and blesses them appropriately to be recipients of great power—" Jackson stopped his talk and suddenly looked at me with a somber look. I was missing the point.