Nba Youngboy Look Alike Novels & Stories

“Nice to meet you.” He looks up at Lara with a wide smile before placing his hand in mine. I take this opportunity to look him over, and I don’t see any resemblance to myself. Gabby looks so much like me; others have said that she could be my twin. It wasn’t until Lara spread the seeds of doubt that I began to question if she was mine. This boy has black hair and striking green eyes, a trait not found in my family. He looks familiar, but I can’t place his features.

"Travis, where are you?" There was no answer, only the sound of dry leaves crunching somewhere behind a bush. Aubrey turned around, her heart starting to race A few yards away, she saw a small figure standing near a patch of thorns. It was a young boy, maybe five or six years old. He was wearing a simple white shirt and dark trousers. His hair was messy and dark, just like Travis’s, and when he turned around, Aubrey gasped. He had Travis’s strong jawline and his intense, golden eyes, but he had Aubrey’s nose and the shape of her smile. He looked exactly like a perfect mix of the two of them.

When I was done getting everything I could, I started to look for Travis with my eyes unconsciously searching for Atlas as well. As I approached an aisle, I heard one familiar voice and another unfamiliar one. The familiar voice belonged to Travis and as I took the turn, I saw who the unfamiliar voice belonged to. A much younger looking version of Atlas, maybe twelve or thirteen years . He was a few feet taller than him, he had the same shade of golden hair with Atlas but it was way shorter and as I got closer, I noticed his eyes were dark. He had to be the youngest Shaughnessys, Atlas posts a lot of pictures about his younger brothers on social media.

Suddenly, a crisp tiny voice sounded next to him. “I can't believe it's you, I look so much like you, sir!” Narrowing my eyes, I turned to look at the young kid standing in front of me. The young kid was very adorable. Furthermore, his cherubic face was red, and his eyes glinted energetically. As the kid was still very young, he did not have sharp features on his face. One look at them would not let anyone think that the two looked similar. However, once I looked at the young kid closely, ai could definitely say that I could find some similarities between us.

N A T A S H A J O H N S O N W A S still admiring the strange landscape with her arm still around Lucas’s lean shoulders when a voice came out from across where they both stood. Turning her head to the left, Natasha’s blue eyes were then looking at a thin, dark-haired boy and was shorter than both her and Lucas. He looked to be about around twelve to fourteen years old and just like Lucas—as Natasha noticed—was clad in a similar apparel of a loose pasty white shirt and brown rumpled pants.

I had given up on asking him to clean it up. As I walked in, Anthony Jr.'s back was to me. He was on his computer, wearing a headset. I knew he was playing a video game. Anthony Jr. took after me, more than his father, I realized at that time. He had the same dark hair (though a bit shorter), the same round face and nose. His acne had cleared up, but unfortunately that had just given him a bit more of a baby face. His eyes were like mine too, large and dark. Though, they were hard to see with greasy hair draped over them. He had a small, wiry body. His elbows and his knees looked large on his unmuscled frame. If he had not been wearing a shirt, I knew I would see his ribs under his skin. He

Even after having a slightly thick voice, he sounded too young to be in a bar where strippers were literally dancing on the poles. I lift my head with curiosity and turn to his side, only to find him already looking at me with a boyish expression. The best way to describe him would be by calling him your typical American athletic guy-next-door type. With deep brown eyes and dirty blonde hair, he looked like a total candy and almost resembled Ryan Gosling. But still…not my type

And as she took a look, a boy on a photograph caught her attention. In the picture, he was in a black suit and had government officials standing all around him. He looked very charming. Karen noticed him because he looked very similar to Lionel, in addition to appearing charming. Even after observing him for some time, she couldn't tell how he was different from Lionel. If anything, this boy looked more put together and elegant. He had a more mature and graceful aura about him. When she heard Little Karen say she met Brother Lionel, she was worried that Little Karen missed Brother Lionel too much and was hallucinating.

He watched and listened to the interview again and the pictures of her twins that were released. He looked at the girl picture very well and gasped. "She is just like Isabella when she was young. She's her lookalike." Nathaniel mumbled. "Yes sir," Daniel chipped in. He equally zoomed in the picture of the boy and looked at it very well. He scoffed, closed his eyes and opened it again. Why does the boy look like me? Am I crazy or am I hallucinating things? Nathaniel wondered. "Daniel," he called.

My eyes landed on a photo—a boy and a girl locked in a deep kiss. “Wait… is this the guy?” I asked, tilting the phone toward her. She nodded miserably. “Yeah.” I nodded back slowly. “You mean this one who looks like old Justin Bieber?” I raised a brow, pointing at his ridiculous hairstyle. For the first time that day, Isa let out a small, broken laugh. It was the same floppy hair, the same boyish vibe as old-school JB. Even in the middle of all this pain, that tiny laugh felt like a crack of light.