Novel & Cerita Real Doppelgänger

“The doppelganger is an exact double of a person. They’re an extension of the person, but there’s a difference. Here, read this,” Luella said as she pushed the open book in front of Dennis and pointed to a paragraph. “I was never good at explaining things. I’d make a horrible teacher.” Dennis focused on the words. “A ghostly double of a living person, especially one that haunts its fleshly counterpart,” he read.

To his astonishment, the safe opened. “What a pathetic romantic.“ Chad snorted. He took out the documents and was thrilled to find what he'd been searching for. The documents of Belmont island. The faint, approaching footsteps got him acting rather quickly. He placed the fake documents he'd arrived with into the safe. Neatly, he folded the real documents into a small briefcase. He returned the portraiture to its initial position. “Mr. Chad.“ Gwen walked in. “You have some Russian visitors.“ “Thank you, Gwen.“ Chad Belmont was thrilled. The frustration was gone. Right now, he could pass up as the happiest man on earth.

No matter how I try to deny it, the fragments of Emmanuel's suit and Enric's hoodie were scattered on the ground, proof that those wolves and twins were the same person. My eyes widen in pure horror together with the separation of my lips. I couldn't believe my eyes. Like me, the loan sharks and quarterbacks were filled with terror too. As the wolves walked nearer and nearer towards the trembling loan sharks, my eyes went blurry, an indication that I was about to pass out. But before everything turned black, I saw how the wolves bit the loan sharks alive. I don't know how long I have been sleeping but when I woke up, I was in the same familiar hotel room.

This youth wasn’t disappointing him in the least! Whatever the case was, Gerald didn’t even wait for Torme to say anything before moving on to touch the third soul bamboo. While Gerald was already used to having his consciousness getting transferred, he still found himself slightly stunned when he realized that standing before him, was a doppelganger! “…And you are?” asked Gerald. “Heh! I’m just you!” replied the other Gerald as he revealed a subtle smile. “What? If you’re me, then who am I?” said Gerald.

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

The sole reason he married me was because I looked like her. He never loved me. He could not even try. What an asshole. Though one thing keeps itching at the corner of my mind—why did that woman look so much like me? That was such an uncanny thing. I’d only ever heard of doppelgängers in stories and folklore. They’re said to be so rare that only one pair is found in centuries. Was that what we were? Doppelgängers? What must she have been like? I couldn’t even extend my anger to the poor woman who must be shaking her head somewhere in the afterlife, watching her ex-husband act a fool and marry her lookalike just to satiate her absence.

Or someone who looks like him. He appeared older and more intense, dressed in black robes instead of a suit. His eyes shone red, not gold, and his grin was sinister, stretching unnaturally wide. The doppelgänger leaned back in the chair, folding his hands together. “Ah, finally, the fox and his bride have come home.” Camela froze, moving closer to Vincent as she whispered. “That’s not you.” The doppelgänger tilted his head with a look of amusement as he replied. “Not me? Then why does he wear my chain? Why do I know every thought that crosses his mind before he even speaks?”

I blinked, “Wh–what do you mean?” His gaze shifted towards Cornell and I followed, only then realizing that his attention was locked on us. My fist clenched and unclenched. This doppelganger’s intention was obvious – he didn't want Cornell to know he isn't the real Detroit. But why? Since he wasn't my husband, then he had to be a doppelganger created by Cornell, right? From what I knew, there were three doppelgangers. Shouldn't this one be the last one…?

said Ilona giggling. "As long you are happy, just do what you want!" said Eldrian with a smile. The car drove towards a five-star hotel with a restaurant that had been booked for the Knight family's dinner. Ilona and Eldrian entered hand in hand. A middle-aged man and his wife were seen sitting and looking at them. Mr. and Mrs. Knight looked at the fake couple with an unusual gaze. Ilona began to swallow hard, she began to feel that the aura of rich people was much different from the aura of ordinary people.

I gave him a funny look. "Yes, but you were the one who was awake in this world" He laughed at me as he gulped down his porridge and I rolled my eyes. "The real Amy Daunter is dead" The spoon that was on the way to his mouth stopped in mid air. "Yes, that is true, the Amy that we see is not really actually her. She is a doppelgänger or something like that. She was murdered. We saw it in the memories." I told him. "And" He asked.