Real Doppelgänger Novels & Stories

“I need you to pretend to be my husband.” He choked on the coffe he was drinking “What?” “Please,Just for the interview only,” “We'll get fake certificates, Aaron is here, it'll even look more real.” “Please just this one big thing, for Mom.”I sobbed. George rubbed his face,his eyes became soft. “Alright,”he said quietly. “I promised I would do anything for you.” ~~~~ The next morning we dressed as nicely as we could. We printed a fake marriage certificate and headed to the sleek glass tower of GED Baby Galaxy.

The reporter looked me dead in the eyes and said, “The late Mrs Elvira Jordan was a criminal and we believe she died before she could pay for her crimes.” I was angry, I was boiling but I masked it up with a smile on my face, “Really?” I relaxed into the chair and crossed my legs, “You just said she died before the eyes of the world, you said she burnt to her death, so if y’all witnessed it, then why would you think she is me? Haven’t you heard of doppelgänger?” “I’m…..” I interrupted her and said, “If I were to be that criminal woman as you called her, would I have brought myself to the public? Do…..”

the biological body of Lira Vance, preserved in a state of living death, her brain connected to a thousand glowing fiber-optic threads. Standing in front of the tank was the Second Proxy. She wore the same white silk suit Elena had seen in her visions. She had Elena’s face, Elena’s height, and Elena’s exact fingerprints. But when she turned around, her eyes were a void of absolute, light-absorbing black. "Rule Thirty-Two," the Doppelgänger said, her voice a perfect, crystalline mirror of Elena’s. "When the copy is better than the original, the original becomes a liability."

“Do you really think he would wake up one day, fake his own death, and leave his pregnant wife and his baby boy alone in this world? That is not who he is, Sera. That is impossible.” His words hit hard because they are the truth. The Dominic I knew would never abandon us. He would rather die than leave us vulnerable. He proved that over and over. In Zurich. In Boston. Every single day we were together. But then who was that man? Maybe it’s a doppelgänger, I think desperately. Someone who looks exactly like him. A look-alike. It happens, doesn’t it? People who resemble each other so closely that they could be twins even though they share no blood.

She recoiled a little, finally realizing she might’ve gone too far. I turned to Sera. She was blinking fast, her brain scrambling, trying to run from this whole drama playing in front of her…but there was nowhere to go. “I don’t know how it’s possible,” I said quietly. “But you’re… identical to her.” She let out a dry, broken laugh, a tear sliding down. “Are you kidding me?… Well, people have doppelgängers, right?” But her voice cracked, staring at each of us. She didn’t believe a word of it.

The figure moved closer, stepping out from the swirling mist that cloaked the hidden realm in an unnatural fog. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized the face—my face—staring back at me. It was like looking into a mirror, except this reflection held an eerie, knowing smile that sent a shiver down my spine. “Who… what are you?” I demanded, my voice faltering despite my attempt to sound strong. The doppelgänger tilted her head, her eyes shimmering with a strange light. “I am you, Sera. Or rather, I am what you could be.” Her smile widened, revealing sharp, gleaming teeth.

That's definitely gonna leave a mark. “You do realize I have no clue what you're talking about.” I said as soon as I regained the sensation on my lips. They were burning. “Of course, you don't. I half expected you to be Hannah, but with the recent developments in the mansion, my suspicions were up. Did a little digging, and voila. Here we are. With a doppelganger.” He stood up, circling me with his hands behind his back. “I'm human. Not a doppelganger.”

My image in the mirror didn’t mirror my mouth movements when I spoke, instead, she was smiling back at me, her eyes looking back at me with malice. "What is this?" I said , taking a step back, while mirror me tilted its head to the side. "What does it look like?" she asked, "I'm your shadow self. I guess, you can also call me your doppelganger. " "my-" I said and pressed my hand to my eyes, "another dimension." I said coolly and my doppelganger laughed, albeit cruelly. "I'm the version of you that can never lose." she said coldly, "you know why? Because I'm not weak. I don't let useless emotions and affections get the better of me." my doppelganger said and I pressed my lips.

He ask again and this time with concern. "Hmmm" I sigh. "I confirmed from my human friend that I am the Luna's Doppelganger." "What?" George says in utmost curiosity. "What does that even mean?" He says again raising his brows in a more concerned look. "It means a ghostly double of a living person." I say looking away to avoid meeting their eyes. "Huh?" They both say almost in fear. "Could that mean you are a ghost?" Handel asks as he furrows his brows staring right at me.

“We just have to keep moving.” The mirrors began to ripple, and figures stepped out of them—perfect replicas of Anna and Logan, but their eyes glowed with malice. “Well, this is new,” Logan muttered, drawing his dagger. The replicas attacked, their movements eerily synchronized. Logan clashed with his double, their blades meeting in a flurry of sparks. Anna faced her doppelgänger, who moved with unsettling speed. The fake Anna smiled cruelly. “You can’t win. You’ll fail like you always do.”