Maia Mitchell Look Alike Novels & Stories

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.

She looked up at me. "Even if you don't say it, I can see it clearly. When Sir Apollo saw Amari, he would surely think the same because he looked very much like your daughter. You can't deny that fact for your life, Anastacia," she said simply so I was blown away. She's right in all aspects — Amari's Hector's carbon copy. They share the same vivid brown eyes, both of them with fair complexions. Thick eyebrows and long eyelashes. Even in their choice of food — a penchant for sweets and disdain for beans.

Justice scoffed, "a carefully thought out way to make it look like he looks at you the same way he looks at everybody else but I know Aaron even more than you and I know when he looks at someone differently." Mia scuffed internally, if only he knew just how much she knew Aaron, he wouldn't have talked the way that he did. "Alright, tell me why your eyes are the way they are?" He asked Mia. Mia let out an awkward chuckle, "what's wrong with my eyes?" "Well, they seem to be amber like a wolf in its shift but then it's just that I've never seen you shift. Heck, you've never even brought out your claws." He remarked.

"We are to be your ladies-in-waiting. Whatever you need, please let us know." Agatha seems to be in charge of the other two, who seemed to be younger than me, perhaps around Serenity's age, while Agatha might be in her late 40s to early 50s. She's a lean woman with graying hair. She may sound straightforward, but she has a motherly aura that I suddenly missed my mom. Meanwhile, Maia and Genevieve are the exact opposite. Maia puts her tight curls in a bun, and her dark complexion is so smooth, she looks like she was carved from the best milk chocolate, her features are sharp, she should be in magazines.

I loosened my arms as I didn't want to make her more nervous. But I loved having her in my arms. She said something and I looked at her lips... Oh God!!! They were exactly like ... Mahima. Even the faint mole was exactly where it was on Mahima's face. I was shocked... I instantly moved back leaving her. Even she was surprised at what happened. She was looking at me with a weird expression but I was trying to find the resemblance between her and Mahima. Her height, voice and lips were like Mahima and Antra resembled her somehow. But Mahima's eyes were black and Antra's were amber.

"I am Anamika Singh Sahay Marino..." She replied and all the colours from my face drained. Oh no, shit... Fuck! She is his mother, Martha told me her name. I never thought I would meet her like this. Now i understand why her looks are so familiar. Her eyes are just like chief's eyes, Chrystal blue. They both have mole on upper lips. There hair are brunette. He has inherited his mother's beauty. But she doesn't look like his mom, more like his sister. She has aged like an old Vine.

“And he’s not entirely wrong.” She grimaces. “I hate when he’s not entirely wrong. It ruins my whole day.” I exhale, looking at my reflection. The girl in the mirror looks like Luna Valentine: smoky eyes, red mouth, expensive silk. She also looks like Mrs. Moretti: diamond at her throat, ring glinting on her hand, shadows under her eyes that weren’t there ten years ago. “Do I look like I’m going willingly?” I ask. “You look like you’re walking into war in heels,” Mia says. “Which, to be fair, is very on brand.”

Given her homely appearance, she seemed to have no issues with blending in the crowd. Maya knew Dana wasn't the real daughter of the Lane family at first glance. She was too ordinary, and she certainly didn't look like a Lane. In fact, Mia looked more convincing as the daughter of the Lane family. Nonetheless, Maya desperately wished that Dana belonged to the Lane family. Decisively, Maya spun around and looked at Hailee. "Thanks for helping me to find my childhood friend. I need to talk to her in private now. I'll treat you to a meal next time."

Mia's bright smile and infectious laughter drew to us. She was a stunning blonde with long, sun-kissed hair that cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled with warmth and friendliness as she engaged in conversation with Alexis. Mia's features were delicate yet striking, with high cheekbones and a petite nose. She had a radiant glow about her, exuding confidence and poise. Her American accent was evident in her speech, and I could tell she was someone who was comfortable in her own skin.