What Does Deku Dad Look Like Novels & Stories

"Here she is." Kade didn't lift his attention from the blueprint. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact his father went through with the purchase when he knew how Kade felt about it. Kade didn't want an Unfortunate and certainly didn't have the time to train one. Despite his displeasure, images of what she might look like flickered through his mind. She'd have dispassionate eyes, no doubt. He bet she was sickly thin and shaking like a leaf, too. "I told you—"

I am guessing this offspring marked the last of their bedroom romps. Demagio is a round, red-faced and balding specimen that reminds me of an over inflated tyre about to pop out of his trim fitted tuxedo. He seems like a man who should be eternally greasy in a vest and scratching his balls on some swampy back porch somewhere.

I reach out with both hands, cupping Zuberi’s soft puppy cheeks to look deep into his eyes. Oh by the Moon Goddess, my heart is going to explode! He looks like a perfect mini replica of Idris! I never saw the match before because Idris has such sharp, terrifying alpha angles, while Zuberi still has fat puppy cheeks. Now that my boy says it out loud, he looks like he was cast right from the King's own blood. "You two have a tiny bit of the same silver color, but that monster is absolutely not your real father," I say, keeping my voice hard as stone.

I feel like I'm trapped in my body; I can't speak, move or express myself. The room continues to spin furiously before sending me downwards into darkness. Darkness that consumes me. ~*~ Kaden POV The sight of my son has my wolf and I smiling like loons! Derrick has light brown curls just like his mother, with deep brown eyes and long curled eyelashes, fanning his face. A pair of tiny red lips; pouted as he sleeps soundly. "We need a transfusion! She's bleeding out." Holy shit, what's going on?

Dressing up wasn't my usual style, but I aimed to reinvent myself for this new school. I grabbed my backpack and hurried downstairs into the kitchen. Dad sat at the table, devouring a plate of scrambled eggs. He was a tall, stocky man with chestnut-colored skin, a square face, and big, dark-brown eyes. His head was shiny-bald, adorned with thick, bushy eyebrows, and a smooth goatee.

This was it. I tried to focus and make out the shapes in the glass. It felt even worse than I expected. Dex, gorgeous, handsome, perfect Dex stood with his father, Alpha Fyrestone. Both wore the same furious expression, their dark eyes staring daggers at me. I’d never seen Dex’s face filled with disgust before. Our eyes connected for the merest second via the reflection and my body trembled in response.

"This one is different. I'm not sure he might be the one but it says here that he is an orphan. And Elder Silas told us that day that Kael's mother is dead and we all know your father was never in the picture." "What I'm saying is, what If he is the one?" He finished. "And if he isn't?" I asked. "We can only hope." Duncan rolled his eyes. "But isn't he supposed to look like dad? I mean we all look like him so isn't he supposed to also?" "Not all children resemble their father, Duncan." I deadpanned. "Take Cisco for instance, he looks like the mixture of dad and mom." "We are still saying the same thing, Ducalion. He should at least have a little feature belonging to him." He growled.

Dad smiles at me with a thoughtful look on his face. Alpha Elias Dolivo is not just my dad and the Alpha of the Invictus Pack, he’s my idol and he’s been my greatest cheerleader since before I was even born. Dad is forty-eight years old, has blonde hair styled with a buzz cut, is 6’5” with chestnut eyes and off-white skin. Dad still works out like crazy so he’s just solid muscle from head to toe, which is pretty common for Alphas. I got my hair colour and my personality from my dad, the rest I got from my mum.

They're all so gorgeous, it's unfair. Finally, Azren's arm tightens around my waist. He's still smiling, but something dark flashes in his eyes when he turns towards the last person in the room. A man standing near the fireplace. He's tall and muscular, with long black hair streaked with silver at the temples. He's...ethereal. Exactly like Azren, but older. He doesn't need a label. He's obviously Azren's dad. Sabrina was right. He's so hot. Danika latches onto him to whisper in his ear. And my God, the way he lowers his head automatically, dimples popping out...

"I don't look like anyone." Kadir's eyes lit up. "Oh yes, you do. Very much so, actually. I saw him only once, but you two look exactly the same. Much too pale and sickly thin with these grotesque red eyes. The ugliest man I ever saw in my life. Your father, that is."