Maia Mitchell Look Alike Novels & Stories

Mia’s eyes wandered, taking in the subtle details of Ethan’s presence, searching for any hint of his personality. She was tempted to leave the jacket and go to her office, but something prompted her to stay and thank him personally. Mia decided to go to the reception to find out how much longer it would take him to return. Before she could take a few steps, she saw him, and he hurried into the office. Mia was about to greet him, but then she saw a woman trailing behind him. She had a similar look to him. Maybe she was his mother. The woman was several inches shorter than him, with the same blonde hair as his and the same shade of aqua blue as Ethan. There was no doubt that she was his mother

Obviously, Mia is a show stopper too but there’s something about Alina, she’s a Megan Fox look alike with the same contrasts of dark hair and light eyes, I’m so jealous of her. “Where’s Ellie?” I ask looking around, which is stupid on my part because there’s got to be hundreds of people here, it’s packed. “She’s mackin' on some old guy,” Mia says pointing in her direction. Sure enough, Ellie is straddling some older man with silvery gray hair as he sits on a beach towel shirtless. I’m sorry but there’s no way in hell she’s into him, probably just sugar daddy material. “What can we get you to drink Millie?” Alina asks shielding her eyes from the sun that still sits high.

Mia Reynolds, only twenty years old and in her junior year of college, had long, straight, jet-black hair just like Lyra's. With rosy lips, white teeth, and crystal-clear skin, her big, black, bright eyes resembled a clear spring, shrouded in a thin mist that made people easily captivated. At a glance, there was a certain charm reminiscent of Lyra. Brandon Carter proudly said, "How about this one? The most similar, right?" Octavia Everly nodded in satisfaction, "This one looks the most like her." She transferred one hundred thousand yuan to Mia Reynolds' bank card on the spot.

She quickly runs towards her table and panicky writes down what she was ordered to do. She is the loyal Secretary of Amaia and has been with her since they’re in Secondary School. Mitchelle was very obsessed with claiming she is the best friend while Amaia did not bother or entertain her importunate attitude. She is 155 centimeters in height. Has long bob brown hair with a deep side part and soft curls fit on her round face. She has downturned green eyes, a short nose, and pouty pink lips while her skin color is tan. She was wearing full black office attire showing her hourglass body. She has a lively attitude, childish and sweet. Everyone was being fond of her attitude and they call Amaia a

Still at a random street in the country As Mia beheld the gaze in front of her. She adjusted her glasses as if doubting her eyesight. Was her glasses faulty or was she just imagining things. The person in front of her looked like another version of her. It was like looking into a mirror and your reflection bouncing back. Mara's eyes also widened in amazement, never had she imagined herself wearing such clothes before not to talk more of putting on glasses. "Who are you?" Mia slowly spoke as she blinked her eyes slowly.

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said

It was one of Adrian's men. “We're almost done,” Caitlyn replied, Then to Natalie , she showed a picture of Maria with Adrian, “Do you want to tell me now that this isn't you?,” Natalie was shocked, Maria looked exactly like her, from the face, the body size, even the hair type, which was a silky straight Chestnut like Brown type of hair. She then understood the confusion . she told Caitlyn that they are probably lookalikes and they are not the same person,

God, I wanted to believe her so badly. The timer went off for my hair. As Maya rinsed the dye out, I watched the dark water swirl down the drain, taking pieces of my old self with it. When she finally toweled my hair dry and I looked in the mirror, a stranger stared back. Blonde, hollow-eyed, but somehow... fiercer. "There she is," Maya said softly. "Sarah Mitchell. Survivor." A crash from downstairs made us both jump. "Stay here," Maya ordered, but this time I followed her to the door, peering out.

Maya asked, suddenly interested. “Some Kylie Logan. But I think she looks a lot like Emma, your evil sister?” “Stop your daydreaming, girl. Where the hell would you see her on the picture or do your think she has become popular after marrying a rich man?” “I know what I am saying, Maya. She looks a lot like her. Or maybe she has a twin somewhere? Does that mean you will have two rivals now?” Maya raised a brow and then turned to pack her things from the dressing room.

I figured that this would be exactly the first place she would look for something, Amber had always wanted to work with make-up, if it wasn't them, it would be stores. And I wasn't surprised to see that I was completely right in my ponderings, she did look in places like that first, the game was too simple at that point, the victory was already mine, by a long shot, and she wouldn't be hired, so I just waited for her to realize that and start looking for something else, if she did.