Real Doppelgänger Novels & Stories

"This is absurd! You're already dead! What are you, an impostor!?" "Oh my, dear. Don't call me an impostor because there is only one Rampage Kirk the Great in this world. Unless there is another me in the parallel universe, it might be. Or my doppelganger." He joked, and I just rolled my eyes on him. He then became serious.

, While searching for tissue papers, I said with a smile. "It's okay, I can do it. If you have nothing to talk about, can you please go now?", She motioned for me to leave. But she doesn't know me, I'm one of a kind and if I'm in my real version, she can't handle me. She'll have to go with my request.

"We were chosen because we looked enough like the bloodline. We were not related, Debbie. Not at all.” “So…” I swallowed. “Your looks… you… how do you… how do you explain your striking mirrored resemblance?” “We are doppelgangers, Debbie.” Doppelgangers. The word hit me. Right in the depth of my brain. I had forgotten that there was a word like that in this world. “We were picked from different corners of the world. Scraps of people that nobody would miss."

“It says that each person on the earth has four twins.” “Do you believe it?” “Why not? The facts showed that there are some people who have met directly with their doppelgangers who live in different parts of the world.” “Maybe.” Xander replied while shrugging sceptically. “But, I think your similarities with her are too many.” “Really? I doubt it,” argued Qeiza. “How could you know so much about the similarities between me and Qe–Qei—” “Qeiza,” interrupted Xander.

said Cory softly. The doppelgänger’s face split into a wide malice-filled smile. *********** Hayden moved swiftly through the forest with Sprout as his guide. He had yet to run into his doppelgänger or any doppelgänger for that matter. “The Dale contains doppelgängers of everyone in Everdaze?” Clarified Hayden. “No, your Highness, the Dale contains doppelgängers of the travellers that venture into it only while they are there,” explained Sprout.

" No, I am perfectly alright... But have you ever seen your self in the mirror? I mean look at yourself beautiful and glowing skin, evenly fair skin tone and long black silky and shiny hair. You are perfect to be my model." Well he is right... But I don't want her to be his model or anything. I don't mind her being his sister-in-law though. " Oh ! Please Siddharth, stop this nonsense, I don't want to be any model. Don't tease me please. " " I am absolutely serious, beautiful. I am a Dermatologist and you are perfect for me. " he said with a smile. What??? How dare he say that she is perfect for him?? I will surely beat him now. I glared at him. I will handle him once we reach home. She is pe

I can't deal with it, that's why I don't really want to connect with people because for me, at the end of the day, everyone will leave and they will never come back. That's why I made 'Elena Parker', she's famous, crazy for love and a really good novelist with 5 best seller romance books of all times. For me, faking myself as Elena Parker was a shield for me. I wanted to hide myself from the world but at the same time I want the world to notice me. Suddenly my phone rang and I got up from my beanbag walking back inside. I took my phone and looked at the screen to see my brother, Stefan, calling me. I pressed the green button and put it on loudspeaker.

“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?”

"Then why do you look exactly like the man in this picture?" Silas turned away, moving toward his bed with that same unsettling grace. He sat down, legs crossed at the ankle, hands folded in his lap. Everything about his posture screamed control, but his knuckles were white where they pressed together. "People have doppelgängers," Silas said quietly. "Faces repeat across time. Maybe you found a photograph of mine." "A photograph of *ours*," Marcus corrected. "That's me standing next to you." Silas's gaze flicked up, sharp and assessing. "Is it?"