Nba Youngboy Look Alike Novels & Stories

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.

Looking at the hard evidence in front of them, both Lloyd and Christian were shocked. The boy in the picture, some place around the age of four to five, had light blonde hair very much resembling the color of Leonica's hair five years ago. His eyes were round and held a bright shade of grey, which, just like the rest of his facial proportions, looked very much like Gabriel's own. There was no denying it, the kid they both were gazing at, or at least the photographic version, looked a lot like little Gabriel slapped into Corel-draw and edited with yellow locks.

It was the face. Standing proudly beside Ashton Pierce was a smaller, unmistakable version of him. The boy wore a perfectly tailored black suit, mirroring Ashton’s attire down to the smallest detail. His tiny shoulders were squared bravely, chin lifted with natural confidence that did not look rehearsed—but inherited. Sharp brows. Defined jawline. The same piercing eyes. Even his expression carried that calm, almost intimidating composure. “The boy looks exactly like CEO Ashton Pierce!” someone exclaimed, unable to contain their astonishment.

“Why are you giving me that look?” “Do you have a secret child?” My twin looked bewildered hearing my question, but I continued looking at him seriously. “What the fuck are you talking about?” He snapped back at me afterwards. I leaned on the railing of the balcony where we were currently at, crossing my arms on my chest. “I met a young boy today.” I started, studying the look on his face. “He’s around five years old. He looks exactly like us when we were young. And he has the same eyes as yours.”

I looked more closely at his face, trying to figure out who it was and I was amazed to notice that he had the same features as Ravena, the same pink skin, the same light blue eyes, which were filled with tears. How was this possible? Raven didn't even exist when I was a child. The boy looked at me pleadingly, his mouth moving as if he were saying something to me, but without his voice coming out. I took another step towards him, trying to hear him, and it was then that the filthy old man grabbed him from behind, imprisoning him against his body. I woke up with my heart beating so fast it was pounding. A thick layer of cold sweat covered my body. The fear that was gripping me was so terrifyin

I say quietly and he remains silent. "Not yet." He says after a moment. He walks closer to me and I look up at him. He was white just like the rest of the teens in high school, which highly contrasted with my dark skin. His hair was silky, and short, kept neatly on top of his head. His nose was a bit big, but that was okay because he had pretty brown eyes, naturally curled eyelashes and thick pink lips to distract you from it. He wore basketball shorts, with a plain white t-shirt, and perhaps I could see how he belonged to a high school and not a workplace. "Does what happened before happen often?"

Erica lamented when she recalled the look of umbrage on the little girl's face earlier. Hearing her loud, whimpering tone of voice. Bethany simply turned around and set to leave, as she was not in a good mood to fight with her. When she was about to leave, Bethany turned around, and her attention was attracted by a little boy who was walking toward the entrance. Bethany could tell immediately that it was Jordan. It has been a few years; he could be five years old now. His young and childish face looks so profound, just like that of Zayn. He looks more handsome now, and his eyes look very similar to Zayn's.

He peered at his camera view finder, taking countless shots at once in full concentration while she did the shoot for STAR ENTERTAINER fashion week cover magazine. Something about the photography guy oddly reminded her of Toby. And no. It was not because of his curly hair and his looks. Infact, compared to toby, he was fairer, chubby, had longer curls, glassy pupils and a shorter in height compared to Toby's iconic tall frame.

He looked to be around his early thirties. The woman, who I am assuming again is the mommy, was very beautiful. She was a bit short, I guess around five-foot-six with straight brown hair, dark blue eyes and a face that looked like an angel. Seriously, the lady looked like she wouldn't hurt a fly. Judging from her looks, I guess she's the same age as that constipated looking dude. The boy looked like a clone of his father - the younger version, that is. He got his dad's black wavy hair, forest green eyes and looked around a year older or so than me, probably ten or eleven.

“Mira. Please tell me you didn’t verbally body-slam that man before he left. That was Cade freaking Reeve. NBA highest-paid player in the country. The man has more brand deals than I have functioning brain cells before 10 a.m.” I blinked. “You’re messing with me.” “I wish I was. My brothers would weep if they knew I stood ten feet from him and didn’t get a picture.” I stared at the door. “Okay but how do you even recognize him in a hoodie and cap?” Romi gave me a look like I’d asked why the sky was blue. “Girl. I have two older brothers and one little brother. I’ve been watching basketball since birth. That man’s face is genetically burned into our family tree.”