Novel & Cerita Do I Look Like Eren Yeager

“She looks like you.” My jaw tightened. Oh, no. No, no, no. So that’s his reason? Because she looks like me? “N-no,” I stammered, shaking my head. “Miggy, no. We're not alike. We are not.” He looked at me, eyes a little too soft. “I kinda see you in her.” My eyes widened in disbelief. “No way, Migs!” I didn’t want to say it, but... Ericka was exactly Jazper Ray’s type. Polished, sly, submissive to charm. Like me, before I learned how much it hurt.

“What?” “Are you even into girls?” I froze. “I—” I didn’t know how to answer that. “Have I ever been in a relationship? No. Have I ever thought of being in one? Yes. With a girl? No.” “I just haven’t thought about it,” I said finally. Erik studied my face like he was trying to solve a puzzle. “That’s… interesting.” “Why?” “Because people usually know if they're straight or the other way. Looking at you, Ezran,” he paused, leaning into me. “you look like you'd rather screw a guy than a hot chick.”

It all changed when she first saw the girl though, and Geraldine, for the first time in her life, felt jealous of another woman’s beauty! Since she was a little child, she was praised for her beauty, her sharp yet beautiful eyes, with the look of a woman who knew what she wanted, her feminine features, her full lips, and her dark hair that Eren loved, not that she relayed on her beauty that much, she was a hard worker, just like Eren.

I heard Erin say as she suddenly appeared out of nowhere and leaned on the locker next to me with her arms crossed. Erin is my friend, and she was not just any woman but a beautiful and radiant transwoman whose captivating charm surpassed even that of the famous Jessica Cross. Erin possessed a grace that mesmerized those around her and a femininity that was truly awe-inspiring. With her luscious brunette hair flowing smoothly down her back and her enchanting gray eyes that shimmered like moonlit skies, she effortlessly captivated the hearts of all who set their gaze upon her. Erin hailed from a proud Latin heritage, with roots that added an extra touch of exotic enchantment to her already ca

With her small frame and amaranthine eyes, everything about her is extremely attractive. "Hi! I am Erenea Celesta. I am glad to see the finest builders in Wysteria. I am looking forward to your proposed design." He promised us with a smile. Her voice is like some synth that's too gentle to the ears. I cannot see any flaw in her. She seems too perfect. It looked at me. "Somehow, you look familiar. Did we meet before?" Yes, we did. I would like to answer that but that will only create more questions, especially with my colleagues right now.

She was starting to get into this game. After soaking up the story and the character's memories, Ernesta left the restroom. At the sink, she took a good look at herself in the mirror and noticed something cool: she looked exactly like her 17-year-old self. Same golden hair, shining like the morning sun, same big, blue eyes like a summer sky. Her face was small and oval, with pretty features that were totally captivating. Her skin was smooth and flawless, like porcelain, making her high cheekbones stand out, which were lightly flushed pink. Her full, heart-shaped lips added to her irresistible beauty. This was Ernesta at seventeen, like a perfectly ripe peach, still with a little bit of that

She forced a smile on her face, just to be more cautious and took this opportunity to examine his profile. His complexion was pale, just like Damien and his face structure matched as well. His face fashioned sharp jawline but clean-shaved unlike Damien's that sported a little stubble. A nose without any ridge. Both of them could easily pass for siblings. They probably were siblings, Eira thought to herself.

said Doctor Catherine introducing Eren. "Hi, my name is Eren. Nice to meet you all," said Eren as he extended his hand to get acquainted. "Hello Eren, my name is Zoya," said a woman who shook Eren's hand. Zoya is a woman who has a unique appearance. Her hair was cut short like a boy's haircut and her hair was fiery red. The body is small but has strong muscles. She looks tomboy compared to women in general.

I grinned with satisfaction when all Erin did was roll her large brown eyes as a dramatic show of surrender. “Really? You’re tall, thin as a rail, and naturally blonde; The epitome of classic Western beauty standards. Everything compliments you, Sawyer.” She wasn’t entirely wrong, but I’d grown tired of hearing it from just about everyone throughout my life. Didn’t they know I couldn’t pull everything off like they claim, and got excited over a great match or color scheme just like anybody else would? Erin didn’t mean any harm, but it still irked me when she shared parallel sentiments with the ignorant minded.

And he just now wants to go on a date? When I look at Eric, I don’t see the same pretty-boy features that made me weak in the knees when I first saw him at freshman orientation. He just looks so… weak. He has the muscles of a Greek god, sure, but I can’t imagine him fucking me with the same animalistic intensity and passion that Ruslan did.