Real Doppelgänger Novels & Stories

"Or at least, I'm a version of you from a different reality." I felt a surge of confusion and disorientation. A different reality? What did that even mean? The doppelganger seemed to sense my confusion. "Let me explain," it said. "You see, Ryker, you're not just an ordinary person. You're a nexus point, a crossroads between different dimensions and realities." I shook my head, trying to process what the doppelganger was telling me. A nexus point? What did that even mean? The doppelganger sighed, its expression impatient. "Look, Ryker, I don't have time to explain everything to you. Just know that you're important and that there are people who want to use you for their own purposes."

Chioma inquired, she could no longer contain her eagerness to know why. The two boys stared at her, "Even you too!" They responded in unison. There was a moment of silence until John interrupted, "How else if not a coincidence? .." "Probably. However, it’s still possible to stumble across somebody whose face resembles ours – a doppelgänger. Cases of biologically unrelated lookalikes are quite common, it's definitely a coincidence..." Jame's answered his brother thoughtfully.

“Yes. You and I. You're an important part of the board, they must have been looking for you. Besides, everyone is calling me another name here. Do you have any idea why?” “The thing is… we have doppelgangers.” “Double… double what?” “Doppelgangers. People who look like us. Same face, same body, same voice, but different worlds, different memories, and different acquaintances.” “So… that's why they all think I'm this Keira girl.” “Exactly. So, it means there's someone else back at the Park, and that's why no one is looking for us.”

Emmaline shakes her head, “A doppelganger, and my best work to date. Much harder to tell apart from the real thing. The finishing touch will be your memories.” The doppelgänger looks afraid, and stares at Emmaline, “They won’t be able to tell you apart if she knows all your secrets. It’s perfect.” She moves to grab her arm and begs, “Please, you can’t. It’s beyond wrong! Please, don’t do this.” Emmaline pushes her off her and slaps her hard, knocking her to the ground. Emmaline hisses, moving to loom over the woman,

Lola smiled. "You look extremely gorgeous ma'am," Diane complimented in admiration. "You look gorgeous as well, too." She says modestly. "You two could pass as sisters though," He says it was then Lola realized the hidden truth, this lady had a fainting resemblance to her like they shared something biological before, but that was impossible because her mom was out of the picture not even because of that. "True," Diane marveled, she looked like her, there was no explanation as to why but Lola believe in doppelgangers and believe there are a lot of lookalikes in the world.

It is too similar, I guess I'm still in a dream. I shook my head, trying to get back to reality. Probably because I felt my mind was messing with me because of what I had figured out earlier– I'm talking about Zayne. His betrayal is something I can't forget and now I feel he is toying with my mind to think my Dad is in this too. All my thoughts seemed to be held in my head as I stared at the person whose voice was similar to Dad's. The whole world stopped at the moment my eyes connected with his, he resembles my Dad so much that it made me remember my doppelganger, maybe this is Dad's doppelganger or probably someone from his past

Their situation was once read this theory in a book by Flo—it feels like a multi-universe where there are similar existences in every dimension. "I am not that person, but in some ways I kind of related to him," Gior said straight forwardly once he turned to face the driver again. Gior and Mr. Frauzon were basically the doppelgangers of each other, so where is the lie? "We would like to meet him, but we got stranded here without anything we could rely on," Marie chimed in, taking over the conversation by pretending they were hopelessly lost in the woods. "That is unfortunate." The driver commented that he looked hesitant, but gradually he decided to help them. "Hop in. I'd drop you guys off.

I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

My hand dropped from his face and I turned to leave then the door opened. A younger, handsome doctor entered the room. My eyes stayed fixed on him, my heart beating as I watched him adjust his glasses. Then he cleared his throat, breaking my out of my trance. “Hi, I'm Doctor Xavier.” His name sounded familiar. He extended his hand for a handshake and I paused, looking at him from head to toe. The hair was the same, the face structure, the voice and… Oh my God, they had the same eyes.

Frustration was definitely setting in. “ Are you aware of the fact that there is a video coverage of you taking the stolen item?” I already said that there was a video tape, but I had to remind him again. “ Yes, I am, okay, but that isn't me. It cannot be me. It might be a lost twin brother of mine or a terribly lookalike doppelganger, but it isn't me, I didn't steal it”, he insisted, and something in his tone told me that he would never accept that he was guilty. Well, he had probably gotten to that stage in lying where his brain build up images and creates memories based on those lies, memories that never happened but still seems real to him. Considering that it was his lost twin brother w