Novel & Cerita Maia Mitchell Look Alike

“And this is the living room where we watch movies sometimes.” The living room had a whole wall full of family photos. My heart skipped a beat when I saw them. There she was—Arielle Hart—smiling in a bunch of pictures. We looked so much alike. Same wavy dark hair, same eyes, same smile. It was kind of creepy, like looking at a version of me in another life. “That’s my mommy,” Mia said softly, following my eyes. “Daddy says you’re not her, but you look just like her.”

I ordered In a few minutes,she came back with some files ,I took it and went through it, I stared at the picture of the CEO,this face look familiar. Oh my God! isn't this Mia?, the same servant of Cheryl? The one that died? Although she looked a little different now because of the makeup and all that but I could still remember,this is the face of the servant Mia. How is this possible? I look at the name,it was boldly written 'CEO Mia Collins' Is this the same Mia or another person that look like her and also has the same look? This is impossible!

Miya looked at her with his eyebrow arched. "Chris Butler loves a girl called Coraline who looks, well, looks very much like me. It's said that she was his cousin, so he couldn't be with her. Also, she died years ago. So he has been looking for someone like her. Isn't it funny that I look like Sol And Coraline?" "How much alike are you and her?" Miya asked. "Let me show you." Miya clicked on Chris's W******p profile picture and showed it to Miya.

He wore an expensive Armani suit even though being of fifty five he looked pretty handsome. She scrolled down and found a picture of a beautiful woman with her name written below her picture. "Renuka Raichand." Maya read and looked at the picture of a breathtaking woman. The woman in the picture had jet black hair, her pale skin looked almost like porcelain. Her red lips were curled up in a small yet beautiful smile that could make any worship her. Her green eyes were beautiful but somehow they were more piercing for Maya's comfort, it was as if she was looking through the screen into Maya's eyes straight. No resemblance. Maya settled, except for the hair. She was forty seven years old and

Maddy was too busy staring a hole in the side of my face. I spot Moira by the table, helping her sister put food on the table. I take a minute to marvel at just how much they all favor one another. Halona and Moira look exactly alike, except for Moira's nose is a bit daintier and she leaves her hair down and flowing. Halona always has her hair pulled back from her face and she wears red lipstick and dark eyeliner. Aria has the same facial structure as them, but her hair color and eyes are different. Otherwise the three of them would essentially be clones of one another. I move over to Moira, putting my arms around her waist and pulling her back against me. I love the way she rests her back a

Stripped of power and imprisoned because he chose to conspire with the rebels to overthrow Norman Ironheart. The news broke throughout our radio transmitters twenty four hours ago. "Is the fire giving you beautiful visions, Medura?" Avril's voice comes from behind me now, breaking into my thoughts. I turn slightly toward her. A small smile settles on my face as I see the image of Athena in her mother. Despite the difference in their skin tones, with Avril favoring a radiant dark chocolate complexion, they still share a few striking similarities. The same lips. The same eyes. The same front hairline. And the same lean bone structure.

Beside him stood Maia in a champagne silk dress, her hair pulled into a perfect bun and her face painted with the precision of a mask. I stopped, my eyes scanning my cousin. I had known her since we were children; we had shared secrets, dolls, and summers. Beneath that thick layer of foundation and concealer, I saw what no one else did. Her eyes held an artificial glint—a light desperately trying to hide a dull sadness. Her shoulders were rigid, and the way she gripped her purse screamed discomfort. Maia didn’t look like a radiant bride; she looked like a disaster survivor still trying to figure out how she made it out alive.

My heart literally stopped when my eyes landed on Mia. She was the most beautiful little girl I had ever seen. She had long brown hair, blue eyes, and heart-shaped lips. “Wow...” the woman murmured softly. “She’s the direct replica of her biological mother.” She was right. Mia looked exactly like me. “Hi,” the girl said timidly. I couldn’t stop the tears that rushed down my cheeks. “Hi, Mia. Nice to meet you.” I gestured for her to come closer, and she slowly did.

I slowly opened the door and went in. “Good afternoon, mom. How have you been?” The very thin woman on the bed’s eyes widened, and her mouth went agape in shock. Although she looked very ill, I can’t help but think that she still looks beautiful. Almost all of her features were inherited by Maia except for her eyes. While Maia had wide and round eyes, she had small and slanted eyes. I sat next to Maia and held onto her hand. “Have you been taking care of yourself well?” I asked in genuine concern. Looking at her frail arms and legs, it looks like she’ll break at any time.

She holds it out to me, her hand extended, but her gaze is still fixed on the image, a mixture of fascination and sorrow swirling in her eyes. I take the photo gently, my fingers brushing hers. It’s a picture of a man, likely in his late twenties or early thirties. He has dark, intense eyes, a strong jawline, and a slight, almost shy smile playing on his lips. His hair is dark and thick, falling slightly over his forehead. But what truly makes my breath hitch is the undeniable resemblance. The eyes, the set of the jaw, the very curve of his smile – it’s Mia. It’s eerily, strikingly Mia. If I didn't know better, I’d say it was her brother, or even her as a man. “He really… he looks just like