Real Doppelgänger Novels & Stories

"Alex! Bryce!" Mrs Brown warned when she was back to her senses. "Kayla! Carina! Language" Mrs Davis cautioned the two girls with a curious expression. 'What is going on here? Have they met before?' She asked her subconsciousness. "Have you guys met before?" Mrs Brown asked, directing the question at Alex who was acting annoyed at the sight of Kayla even though he was beyond happy. He parted his lips and bit it softly before answering. "No. They are doppelgangers." Alex replied.

But her eyes were wrong. Too dark. Too empty. The fake Fiona tilted her head at me and smiled. “You came,” she said in a perfect replica of Fiona’s voice. Behind her, a body lay crumpled in the snow. Fiona’s beta. Tessa. Dead. “Logan—” Real Fiona grabbed my arm, breath shaking. “That’s her. That’s the doppelgänger.” I stepped in front of her instinctively, fury crawling up my spine. The fake one smiled wider. “Funny. You’re always running toward the wrong girl, aren’t you?”

Shadow of the Self Sarah stood between them. Two Johns, one broken, afraid, one cold, perfect like a mask carved from everything he had ever feared becoming. The doppelganger tilted its head, the smile it wore sickeningly calm. “This place is mine now. You came too late.” “I’m not leaving without him,” Sarah said, stepping closer to the real John. It moved with her, mirroring every step. John, the real one, kept shaking his head. “You can’t fight it here, It is his place.”

Dangerous. Adrien stood frozen in the doorway. Staring at Miguel's unconscious form. At what "he" had done. "They made a copy of me," he whispered. "A digital double. How long have they had it? How many other things have they" His breath came faster. "How do I even know what's real anymore? If they can make footage this convincing, if they can put my face on someone else" "Adrien" "What if they've been doing this for weeks? Months? What if the things I remember doing what if I didn't actually do them? What if my memories"

Liam hummed a reply. He didn't correct his son because he felt he was right. Charlotte was a gold digging bitch in his eyes. Suddenly, Rex seemed to recall something. "Oh dad, i suddenly remember something amazing that transpired today" "Oh? tell me about it" "I saw another guy who looks just like me. Same face, same age. He was like a splitting copy of me" Rex explained. "He must be your doppleganger. Such an occurrence is quite rare" Liam smiled in a lukeworm manner.

“Someone… someone who looked exactly like you walked in here just minutes ago. He screamed at me. He said I was a fraud. That I was a harlot. That I had to leave. He was angry, violent… and then he left as soon as he heard footsteps.” Elias stepped forward. “Lena… are you sure?” I looked up at him, my eyes wide and wet with tears. “Yes. He looked just like you. But he wasn’t you. His energy was different. His voice. His eyes.” Elias rubbed his jaw, the one with the scar. “Lena… I think that might not have been me at all.” “Then who was it?” I asked. He hesitated. Then his voice dropped low. “You just met a doppelganger.”

We quickened our pace, driven by the need to unravel the mysteries of this realm. But as we approached the source of light, a figure materialized—a doppelgänger, mirroring my form but exuding an air of malevolence. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural intensity, reflecting our own fears and insecurities. "You cannot escape the shadows within," the doppelgänger hissed, its voice distorted with an eerie echo. "Confront your darkest selves, or be consumed by them." My heart raced, knowing that this was not a mere illusion but a manifestation of our deepest fears. The doppelgänger moved with an uncanny grace, taunting us with its presence.

Is he some doppelganger or something? To be continued...

she explained. “You mean that the stuff is written by Rick Riordan is true?” I widened my eyes, “Kyle has told me about the women which attacked us were Hade’s servants. Does this mean Percy Jackson is real too?” I was damn curious. “Yeah…he’s and everything in those books. All the fictional worlds are real, Alisa” Shelby explained, “There are different dimensions in this world with different veils and entrances. Not every fiction is fiction” “I don’t understand” I shook my head squinting my eyes.

He then sat down and covered his face with both his hands. "By tomorrow, I will be gone, and you won't have to see or experience the other side of my double life." Rake mumbled out of frustration as he relaxed on the couch.