Do I Look Like Eren Yeager Novels & Stories

“She probably got plastic surgery, right? No way a billionaire CEO is into 'copy-paste' women.” “I mean… if they have the same face, does it even matter which one he’s with?” “Justin Yates is really consistent—no matter how many years go by, he still likes the same face!” Then, someone else chimed in: “Am I the only one who thinks ‘Haley’ looks really familiar?” “Duh, obviously. She looks just like Emma Xander—who wouldn’t find that familiar?” “No, I mean… doesn’t she look like someone else from five years ago? Another woman who was once close to Justin?”

my sister responded, "Not like I can do anything about it though." Erin snorted, clapping her hands over her mouth to stop from laughing out loud and waking me up. She had a broad, angular face with bright green eyes and a ready smile, and her auburn hair was thick and full, but we all knew her best asset was her slim body. She ate like a pig, but somehow she always managed to stay thin and trim, her cute little butt and tits usually hugged by form-fitting yoga pants and clingy shirts that showed off her flat tummy.

Which made me laugh so hard like always. “Who would’ve thought we’d find you already mated, and to no other than the Vampire King,” Serenya laughed as she watched us. She looked so much like Mama—of all of us, she resembled her the most, even down to the same curvy body, while I was taller and more slender. “Don’t worry, Serenya. You’ll find your mate soon,” I teased with a smirk. “Who says I’m looking for one?” she said with that haughty little tilt of her chin.

But if we were to look closely, I looked a little bit like Elijah. A strange, almost unsettling observation hit me. Nora, the one who wasn't biologically related to us, somehow looked more like Amelia and Edward than Elijah or I did. Her eyes, her smile, there was a familiarity there that wasn't present in my own reflection or in Elijah's features. It was a fleeting thought, but what if I was getting things wrong all this while? Why the hell did Nora look like Amelia while I barely looked like family?

“I am not a problem!” I jumped out of my bed and stood before the wall-length mirror, examining myself from different angles. “I hardly look thirty years old. My eye-color is unique, silky hair, and last but not least, I have a perfectly toned eight pack body. I bet any girl will be ready to die for me, if I spare a glance for her. Not to mention the time, I wasted on lesson today.” “Don’t even dare to compare my Little Swan with ordinary girls!” Ares was offended by my truth, he growled at me, “She is our Erasthai, our Queen. Obviously, she is different from those fangirls.

“You don't look like someone with anaemia.” Eirene’s remark made Yoren smile faintly—a cold smile that was far more frightening than anger. “Not every illness is visible from the outside,” he replied lightly. “So, will you do it?” Eirene lifted her chin, trying to appear firm even though her heart trembled. “No.” Yoren’s face hardened. However, his voice was lower when he spoke again. “I’m not asking for it for free.” Eirene’s eyes narrowed. She could clearly sense Yoren’s intimidation. Still, she steeled herself not to waver. She held her breath while her hands clenched in her lap. Meeting Yoren’s gaze, she answered firmly, “Not for sale.”

Tight with something awkward. My gut says the guy’s not all bad, though. But I see it—those photos of Whitmore do kinda look like Julian. Same dark hair, blue eyes. Maybe men are just wired to hate strangers who look like them. “Really?” I ask, trying not to sound interested. Erica nods with a coy smile. “Rumor has it, the man not only looks like he was sculpted by the gods themselves but also gifted with their knowledge of all the ways to make a woman moan.”

I try to be stern, but a huge grin begins spreading across my face at her antics, I can’t help it and Jack begins gushing as well so I’m surrounded. “Baby girl just how far have you gone? Please tell us. Shirtless?” I nod. “Aaaannnd??” Oh god, they want a description. “Um I’m not experienced with describing the male body guys and I haven’t seen anyone else, so I don’t have much to compare.” “But you watch movies, right?” I nod again to Anya’s question. “Okay so is he more like Jamie Dornan from Fifty Shades of Grey, or Robert Downey junior from Iron Man?”

Camila pissed me off. I splash water on my face and watch the drops of water slide down my thick black eyelashes. I look exactly like my Father; I have his dark, tamed eyebrows and his sharp jawline. I’ve been compared to a young Adrian Grenier, but I don’t agree. For one, my hair is wavy, and it’s raven black. I’m 6'6, and I work out daily, so my body is well-built and sculpted. I feel like we share the same smile; however, I have dimples and plump lips.

He really looked very handsome and different from usual. "How about it, Eren? Doesn't Casey look beautiful today?" My mother threw a tantrum again. Eren looked at me. He looked at my appearance from head to toe. On the contrary, I was amazed at Eren's appearance. "M-can I take a photo?" Suddenly, my hand looked for the cell phone that I kept in my handbag. I couldn't resist wanting to capture Eren's appearance in a photo. He looks handsome, and maybe I won't see him look like this again.