Nba Youngboy Look Alike Novels & Stories

That frown and chin? In the next picture, he looks to be about fifteen, fourteen maybe? It’s a half shot, stopping at his waist, he wears a white shirt with a dull brown jacket over it, hands stuffed inside his jacket pocket. I flip to the next and another one after that, he's not smiling in any of the pictures, but the sight of them makes me smile. In the next one, he looks maybe eighteen, but it's a little hard to tell he as seems so tall already, He is in a tank top, cargo pants tucked into half-laced boots, all in black. His face is thinner but the eyebrow is the same, two raven wings above deep blue eyes. He gives epic bad boy vibes as he scowls at something, likely the person taking th

Jaxson smiled. “Okay, Jax. Nice to meet you,” Noah giggled and took his ball from the ground. Jaxson’s lips stretched in a smile hearing that and at the same time, it felt weird and so unusual. Jaxson thought that Noah is kind of looking like him, his black eyes, black hair, and that face, Jaxson finds this weird but he kind of looks like when he was young. “Nice to meet you too, Noah,” Jaxson stared at the boy.

I lift up my head and nearly miss a heartbeat when my eyes stumble upon the face of a very handsome guy who is nearly the replica of Regé Jean-Page. Wait. Forget that I said that name. Or you know what? Fuck it. We all have been members of the celebrity crush zone before. However, I still can't believe my eyes. This guy standing right in front of me can easily pass off as Regé Jean-Page's twin brother with his sexy brown eyes and perfectly shaped stubble. His nose is super angled and straight, and his short hair is so raven black. His lips, well, they are as pink as the color pink.

They all saw the same thing. Her younger brother looked a lot like Nikoli. This, they could not deny. Almost like a young version of him. They were both tall with dark hair. They shared the same contours of the face, high cheekbones, the angular nose, the same high forehead, and the strong jaw. The only difference was their eye color. Nikoli’s eyes were dark while the younger man’s eyes were a brilliant blue color. “Who are you?” Nikoli whispered as he looked a bit ashen.

This particular boy never showed his face and never had any pictures or distinguishing items visible in the background. This particular model never inserted anything in his ass, but would jerk off, tease his asshole, pose erotically, and do other teasing acts if the requests came in and if the money was right. This boy was sexy as hell and very well-toned. He had an incredibly sexy bubble butt and zero body hair. Matt rewatched several of the boy's past videos and racked his brain to identify him. Matt was finally beginning to narrow it down but had to go all the way back to the boy's first video to realize who the boy was. In the first video, the boy made a small mistake and showed the back

“Mmm-I wonder who the small boy looks like……he is very beautiful like a girl! Damn! Who has such good genes! I am so jealous!” “It will probably be his father, his father must be the best looking man ever because that boy looks like a mini god…” “You are right….but why does it seem to me that the boy looks like Mr. Alexander Johnson…” The other women gasped loudly in astonishment because a glance at the boy now made them believe what their friend said. What she said actually seems like the truth. The boy indeed looks exactly like Alexander Johnson from a closer look at him. “You are so right!” “Damn!”

"Hallucinating? About what?" "That girl you call Nina..." he leans forward. "She looks a lot like Niana. Even the name sounds similar." I pulled back, giving another stern look. I let out a short snort. "You serious?" "Baby girl, does this face looks like I'm joking?" He asked gruffly. I gave a good stare at his sexy aristocratic features that I could worship every day. His bad boy looks that I love so much, never looked severe. "How can you assume that Nina looks a lot like Niana?"

I knew he was ripped and muscular but I didn't know how much it was and how hot it was till I was staring at him semi naked. It felt wrong. He had a very good face, he didn't have to have a good body to cap it all. Some people were just meant to have it all. "Speak English," he commanded the boy who pouted in response. The air in the room which was previously chilly was a little warm now or perhaps I was the one feeling warm on the inside. I knew the boy looked familiar and i could pinpoint it ow. It was because he was a mini Luka. Like how Luka will look like if he was a kid.

I straightened up and looked around to see who had picked up the ball. He's dressed in a yellow t-shirt and re d shorts... cute. "This is my ball, why are you going to take it?" he asked, with his pouty small lips and thick brows frowning. When I looked at the boy's face, I couldn't say anything. His adorable eyes are bulging, and he has a very small and pointed nose that turns red when he snorts... cute. When he snorts it's fascinating how he resembles Laura and Loki. My mind is getting blank while feeling the loud bang in my chest.

It reads: Ban Heroes in bold letters. The boy can’t be more than eight years old, but there’s something about him that catches my attention. He reminds me of someone—someone I haven’t thought about in years. Isaac. My younger brother. The resemblance is striking, and it’s enough to pull me out of my thoughts. The boy spots me and walks over, dragging his oversized sign behind him. His bright eyes are filled with innocence. When he reaches me, he stops and looks up, his expression serious for a kid his age.