Maia Mitchell Look Alike Novels & Stories

[LGBTQ+] A girl, mysterious and silent; her childhood friend, still looking after her, and a guy who loved her. In a world where vampires exist among people and the one they look for is the Princess of the Royal family, her blood is the purest. Neither does she know she's the princess nor who her true friends are...so will she be able to escape them or will the Vampire capture her?

Bella’s love for Leo has always overshadowed the affection for his step sister, until the day of her wedding, she realizes how unimportant she is to the Rathore family, when the man she cares for the most, treats her like her she is the bane of his existence. Now Bella shows up years later, and Leo can’t look past one thing, the man by her side.

"You really not going to tell her?" I stop but didn't look in her direction. "What?" I asked although I know what she was referring to. I didn't want to tell her. This was something I was running from since beginning but the reality keep slapping it on my face. She stood and walked in my direction until we were face to face. She look directly in my eyes as if trying to read my dark soul. "That you belong to the same blood you hated the most." she said, her words loud with every word she spoke. "That you are a god." The thunder in the cloud matched the storm inside me. Esma's life changed completely when she finds out that she is mated to the cursed alpha, alpha Reed Xander. After a roller-coaster ride of rejection and heartbreak and constant fear of an unknown enemy, she still have new challenges and her own inner demons to face. "Everything is not what it seems like." The words of moon goddess were fresh in her mind. "There's a reason why I choose you for him, you are his destiny."

My younger sister, Mindy Sampson, has a rare blood condition. She needs regular blood transfusions and a bone marrow transplant. My husband, Ian Huffman, and I are matches. My mother says we should draw lots. Whoever draws the short stick will become Mindy's blood donor. In the next five years, I am always the one who draws the short stick. Because of constant blood draws and bone marrow extractions, my body breaks down. Before I die, I stumble upon Ian holding Mindy and saying, "Cindy is so stupid. There are only short sticks in the container. Every time, we let her draw first. How could she ever get a long one? "She is going to die without ever knowing you are not sick at all. Once she dies and we get the insurance money, we can travel the world." When I open my eyes again, I am back in the fifth year after Mindy is diagnosed. I look at the container of sticks on the table and smile. Then, I look at Ian and say, "This time, you draw first."

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one mate. Three. A Lycan King with fire in his veins. An ancient Vampire with secrets older than time. A Warlock Coven Leader with eyes that see too much. “Mine,” they growl. “No,” she snarls back. “I’m not someone you claim.” Mira’s done begging. She’s done breaking. She doesn’t need saving—she is the storm.

Isolde Vancrest had witnessed the ultimate betrayal. Her long-time fiancé, Alan Princeton, had gotten his own sister-in-law pregnant, and he had the audacity to defend it. Alan: "You can't have children. The family can't end with me." How ironic. This was the same man who had once knelt nine times to propose, swearing he would rather be sterile than ever hurt her. If love was a joke, then pride had lost all meaning. That night, Isolde called the one man in Southbridge whose name most people feared to speak. By morning, she was his wife. When Alan saw her again, it was at her wedding. He dropped to his knees, eyes red. Alan: "Honey, I was wrong. Please… look at me." Isolde took a step back and fell into the arms of the man behind her. "The Prince," the ruthless ruler of half the city, wrapped an arm around her waist. "Seems you've forgotten your place." His voice was biting cold as he looked down at Alan. "Now she’s someone you don’t deserve to even look at."

On a bunk bed that's installed in the back of the truck, my husband, Dylan Gallagher, kisses me passionately while groping me incessantly. "Honey, I'm definitely taking you with me to work all the time." I can only squirm awkwardly beneath him. "B-Be gentle with me, geez…" Then, I look in the direction of the top bunk, where a certain someone is spying on us from behind the bed…

Olivia is a best selling author yet unknown. Parents who will do anything to look good in the media Olivia is set out to marry a business tycoon Tay Payne. He is young, powerful,bad boy and he knows it. He wants to make Olivia his no matter what. As they venture into their passionate relationship Olivia finds secrets the media doesn't know. Can she handle them.

My face collide with a hard surface, I look up frightful, his brown orbs holds me captive as he looks down at my trouble form. His brow frowning at the sight of me. He sniff the air, I feel myself tense up.The skin contact makes the pain more bearable. His strong arms encircle around my body, securing me in place. "Who did this?" he thunders I can only look puzzle, he gives me a warning look. "Guard" I whisper The Alpha chest vibrates rising and falling with unknown rage. An animalistic growl sounds from his lips. Servant are gathered around speaking in hush whisper. He hands me over to someone, I whine catching his eyes, he breaths softly and touch my hand gently before stalking off. ***************************************** Vivian life is thrown into a mystery. After being brutal punished by the village chief. She wake up one day and finds herself in and unknown mansion. Filled with secrets and strange phenomenon. She hopes to survive it all. All Rights Reserved @ 2022

For seven months, billionaire heir Donovan Knight has been obsessed with one woman: Scarlet Rose, the mysterious dancer who performs at the city's most exclusive club. He's offered her champagne, his penthouse, enough money to buy the entire venue, she won't even look at him twice. Then one night, riding home from a performance, Harper Monroe crashes her bicycle directly into him. Donovan takes one look at her oversized glasses, frizzy wig, and unfortunate mole, and tells her brutally that she's not his type. Harper, who is actually Scarlet Rose in disguise, tells him he's an arrogant jerk and rides away. Days later, their meddling mothers arrange a marriage between them. Donovan is horrified. Of all the women in the city, he's being forced to marry the plain, boring girl who insulted him. Harper is equally disgusted, she's being pushed into marriage with the shallow playboy who's been harassing her alter ego for months. They agree to a marriage in name only. Separate lives. Separate bedrooms. No emotions involved.