Do I Look Like Eren Yeager Novels & Stories

I asked curiously "Nothing, I just remembered when you asked me to describe what your husband looked like, even after telling him it didn't matter" I giggle"oh you remember that, it wasn't for me you know, the fate of my children's looks depended on it" we both laughed ''Caramel skin, deep brown eyes, silky black hair, sideburns, and a cute button nose, 6ft1, that's how you described him. oh and deep dimples when he smiles, I clearly remember, I even had a maid describe him again in case you were lying, I don't know if that was considered as handsome so I definitely needed a second opinion" we both laugh

A mode I hated so much. I wanted to be like her. To act like her. To live a life of freedom like her. But I guess it was all wishful thinking. Erika’s face broke into a smile again. “I love you too, little sister." She moved to wrap her arms around me. Even at seventeen, I looked nothing like my age. If anything, I looked more mature. More skinnier and smarter. Erika looked just like me, but her eyes weren’t as calculative as mine. They weren't almost lifeless like mine because she doesn't need to pretend to be someone she isn't.

I exhale heavily, breaking my gaze on him, and look to the shoes instead for something to match. “You okay?” Jyeon straightens up, tilting his head to me, and there’s a sudden softness in his expression that winds me. A hint of teenage Jyeon. Eyes so dark and alluring, smooth tanned skin, defined jawline, and manicured black brows. He always had good genes and was lucky to be born so flawless. He could have been an idol, model, or actor in another life.

And I never told him how much he looked better with it. Ethan also had beautiful brown eyes and a symmetrical face but his looks weren't as chiselled as Eric's. He was good-looking, it obviously ran in the family, but he had a more boyish handsomeness and would easily cut out for a charming lead in a romantic comedy rather than the brooding hero of a dramatic action film like his brother.

I say remembering her chase us around trying to play with Harper and me. She was always so quiet and cute, the opposite to Zane. They all have blonde hair with a few natural lowlights of brown, and have fair skin, now that I think about it Zane actually looks a lot like Liam Hemsworth just more jacked and the girls look like Amanda Seyfried with green eyes. “People grow up.” Zane says biting into his big mac. I pop a chip in my mouth, “Not everyone does.” I say giving him a pointed look.

My heart thunders in my chest as I watch each of them, probing their faces to see if I can recognize which of them is her. And when I see her, my eyes widen, the air stopping short of my lungs, and my chest feels as though it's been locked under a vise. “That's her… doesn't she look just like you at that age?” Nagia whispers, her voice just as choked as I imagine mine would be if I tried speaking. The girl has long black hair almost to her waist, flashing blue eyes the color of the sea, and a confidence to her steps that reminds me of Erden.

That's the only difference between us, because my eyes are stone green. "Elena Blanca Ceres." That's what I have wet on the bottom. The girl in the picture is Elena, the one they say looks like me. But I can't say we look alike because we're not just alike, we're like split fruit. If I didn't know, I would think that I painted the picture and just changed the color of my eyes.

Her face heated, and she averted her sight. The YHRA, as I recently realized, is very different from Lesley. Yhra has a distinctive appearance, including a sharp nose, pouty lips, and pale complexion. "W-what? Don't talk in such a snooty tone." As I caress her cheeks, I can't help but smile.

“Because she had a striking resemblance to Judy.” Ethan froze as he looked at Irene; what had she figured out? “What are you saying?” Ethan asked defensively. “I’m saying it’s not a coincidence...” “Judy has a very basic look,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I can pick out about 5 girls that look just like her. She’s not that special.”

Her face heated, and she averted her sight. The YHRA, as I recently realized, is very different from Lesley. Yhra has a distinctive appearance, including a sharp nose, pouty lips, and pale complexion. "W-what? Don't talk in such a snooty tone." As I caress her cheeks, I can't help but smile.