Maia Mitchell Look Alike Novels & Stories

The woman is beautiful, and her green eyes are full of love and happiness. I recognize her immediately. It’s my mother. “Who is the baby?” I ask Eamon, studying the infant’s small face. “You.” Eamon replies softly. I see a wisp of red hair atop my head, not yet grown into the lush mane I have today. I look at my face and see a resemblance to what Mia and Ethan looked like as babies. What did Alaric look like as baby? I wish I could see a photo of him to compare… Wait.

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

She slightly relaxes from his touch and closes her eyes nodding against his chest. They are such a cute couple. Mei is a stunning young woman. She has dark wavey brown hair down to her waist, cream skin, chocolate brown monolid shaped eyes – very soft feminine features. She kind of looks like Constance Wu, not going to lie. She’s 5’1, so a whole foot shorter than Chris. He looks like a giant swallowing her up when they are side by side, it’s rather funny.

I'm going to ruin that b*tch Catelyn's face! Maia had completely lost her mind. She freed herself from her father's hands and added, "No, that's not enough… I'm going to kill her!" Maia's mother finally understood what was happening and tried to console Maia, saying, "It's just a picture. It does look similar to Cedrick, but don't overthink it…" "How can I not recognize him?!"

I looked at Mia then Jack and they both looked at me with an understanding smile. The lady that stood in front of me was an exact replica of Mia. She had the same sky blue eyes, full pink lips, long brown wavy hair, her skin was as white as Mia’s, they had the same slim and curvy body and height. The only difference was that Marie looked as if she was in her late twenties and Mia is just 19. Not to forget the clothing style, Marie looked like she just popped out of black and white photo frame. If I didn’t know better, I would think they were twins.

"Fucking a hooker who looks nothing like your ex? Bro, are you kidding me right now?" I straightened my back, setting down my mug. "There was something about that girl," I insisted. "She looked so much, so fucking much like Mitchelle. Identical, just a few minor dissimilarities." Vincent let out a huge laugh, and the sound echoed through the dining room. "Man, you are clearly mad," he stated, shaking his head. "She doesn't look like Chelley at all." "She does," I argued firmly. "You just don't know it yet because you weren't looking at her the way I was."

Oh, my God. Older by twenty years than the image carved into my brain, but Mitch's hair is that same red as her daughter's, with just a hint of gold intertwined with silver. Her eyes are the same deeply intense emerald, and her skin is like milk tinted with rose petals. But more so even than her daughter, Mitch's smile transforms her. Already a beautiful woman, smiling like that, she is spectacular. Charlotte's smile can be feral; the smile of a cat or a wolf. Mitch smiles like a small child, her whole face lit from within.