Real Doppelgänger Novels & Stories

the doppelgänger said smoothly. Dorian took a step back. “Okay, yeah, I hate this.” Cassian shifted protectively in front of Lena. “Who the hell are you?” The other Lena’s golden eyes gleamed. “I told you. I’m her.” She tilted her head. “Or rather, what she’s meant to become.” Lena’s hands clenched. “No.” The doppelgänger’s smile widened. “Yes.” And then, with a wave of her hand, the shadows rose—swallowing everything whole.

The other me wears a morbid smile and cocks her head like a curious dog. Then she turns to look at something, and my gaze follows. A second doppelganger of myself is chuckling. "Hello, I and Me! It's delightful that We should meet here!" says the second one. "I'm truly honored," I respond, mustering whatever cordiality I can. "Honored, truly? I thought You and I were Me and We were You?" the first doppelganger interjects, vexing me. "Are we losing our minds?" I ask hesitantly.

’ I complained at the back of my mind. After a while, he stopped laughing. Then he countered with a smirk. “Did you also know that the chances of a person looking exactly the same as someone else in all eight features are about one in one trillion? This only means that there's definitely a mathematical chance for two doppelgangers to exist, according to what you have said, but it's highly unlikely.” Well, yes. I was aware of it. However, I purposely didn’t mention it as I was trying to let him believe that the woman he met might be our doppelganger.

"He knows me. He'll notice—" "People see what they expect to see," Voss said, simply. "A man who loves a woman expects to see her when he looks at her face. The doppelganger doesn't need to be perfect. It just needs to be convincing enough that he doesn't question it for the next ten days."

Kael was there in an instant, gripping her shoulders, holding her upright. “No,” Rhea breathed. “That wasn’t me. That wasn’t—” “But it was,” Violet said gently. “Not you. But her. The first Rhea.” Rhea laughed once, hollow and broken. “So what am I then?” Violet didn’t answer immediately. Marek broke the silence. “So… they’re doppelgängers?” Violet’s eyes snapped to him. “Not copies,” she said coldly. “Echoes.” ---

That consequently left me alone with him. “By chance, do...do you believe in reincarnation? Or doppelgängers, Mr. Ozric?” I asked out of the blue. It was my way of opening a conversation after an awkward silence with him, but partly I was curious, too. I believed in such things, and right now, I was leaning into the idea that Mr. Darien Ozric of the Ozric International Conglomerate had a doppelgänger in a different world. Twisted.

Jackson said, and my mouth dropped open "It's not normal or a coincidence that two people mistook you for different women." "Why do you say that?" I asked. "Because there is only one doppelganger of someone per generation," Jackson said and I looked at him blankly. "It is said that in the world, we always have a doppelganger. Sometimes the Goddess gives these doppelgangers powers and blesses them appropriately to be recipients of great power—" Jackson stopped his talk and suddenly looked at me with a somber look. I was missing the point.

Her eyes popped out of her sockets and her jaws hit the ground when she saw the scene in front of her. Ron was trapped in a bondage chair similar to the one she had in her VIP room of the secret club. His look-alike was standing right in front of him. “Damn…. How many Rons will I meet in my life!” Jay exclaimed as he stepped out of the cabin. “Don’t worry, Yorick has installed clone detector on my PCID. Just a moment… I will make sure which one is Ron.” Sia tapped several options in a row and within moments a blur beam of light was cast on the two of them.

“You’ll get wrinkles.” Before he could stop himself, he reached out and gently smoothed the crease on her forehead with the tip of his finger. The moment his hand touched her skin, he stilled. What the hell are you doing? He pulled his hand back slowly, shaking his head at himself. This was ridiculous. He had read somewhere that people sometimes had doubles—doppelgangers scattered across the world. Maybe Maya simply resembled JoJo. That was all. Nothing more. Yet the familiarity kept tugging at him like an itch he couldn’t scratch.