What Does Deku Dad Look Like Novels & Stories

Damien's mom said but I shook my head. "It's okay, mom. I'll also meet Camilla in the mall." "Bring your bodyguards, Lucky." Dad reminded me and I nodded at him. After breakfast, dad followed me outside the house. "Lucky…" I looked at him. "Yes, dad?" He stared into my eyes. He's really a spitting image of Damien. His serious face screams perfection. His dark aura emphasizes his authority. Just like Damien, he's like a wolf in the middle of the forest.

She couldn't even hide the shock and disbelief from her face. She looked up to see a man walking up towards her father with a smile of honor on his face. He was tall and had wide shoulders with a buff build, his grey suit wasn't enough to hide that. He had a wavy quiff, slightly long hair that was slicked subtly to the side and bright brown eyes. His majestic smile made everyone believe in him as the future CEO. But not Erika...

Derek looked very much like Creighton, dark hair, sapphire blue eyes and the same enticing smile. “These are my parents,” he told her leading her to a portrait that hung on the wall near the entrance. The couple was middle aged, but the similarities to their sons were remarkable. Creighton looked like a younger version of his father, but his eyes were definitely his mother's. His father’s hair rested on the collar of his suit coat and was nearly completely grey. He had a matching beard and mustache, trimmed neatly as he smiled cheerfully from beside his wife. His mother was stunning, very beautiful with her shoulder length gray streaked hair and warm smile. She was thin with a long slender n

The warmth of his grip was grounding, helping Dale focus past the overwhelming sensory input of his new environment. With surprising gentleness, Juke opened the door for him and waited until Dale was safely inside before closing it and sliding into the car next to him. The leather seats creaked softly under their weight, and the interior still held traces of Juke's scent from earlier. "Why does your dad look like an older brother?" Dale blurted out the question that had been burning in his mind since he'd first seen the man Juke called father. The image of the man—a few inches shorter than Juke and Jazz but just as broad and attractive, with features too young for a father of grown sons—was

A faint smile appeared on my face while I carefully observed the photo details. Dad had short chestnut hair just like mine, perfectly styled on the sides and a straight jawline. Even though it was just a picture I could see his powerful aura. Despite his rough features there was so much love in his eyes while looking at the woman he was holding in his arms, my mom.

Rajeev was a striking blend of his parents' best features. He inherited his father's strong, athletic build and chiseled jawline, while his mother's deep, expressive eyes and delicate bone structure added a touch of softness to his appearance. His presence commanded attention, much like Rudra, yet there was an inherent gentleness in his gaze that reflected his mother's nurturing spirit.

God, I couldn’t wait to see what he looked like, and what he would think of me. After almost an hour of waiting, I finally heard the door creak open. My eyes glistened in anticipation as I stared on with the big smile Dad had told me to wear. The door opened, and in walked who I assumed was Grey De Luca. My excitement immediately turned into a deep, chilling nervousness as I observed him. He was prettier than I expected, with jet-black hair that fell perfectly over his forehead. His eyes were a deep shade of grey, cold and indifferent. He wore black pants and a white T-shirt that made him look even more imposing. He didn't walk in; he invaded the space. The air seemed to drop five degrees.

I said with a smirk. I think I knew what—or who—she’d seen. Because the only person who made her squeal like that was— “Dad!!” Ken yelled, dashing toward him like a puppy who’d just seen his favorite chew toy. Yep. That man. He stood tall—probably 6’4”—with a build like he exercised just enough to make you feel out of shape. His hair was the color of cinnamon, and his eyes matched mine: emerald green, annoyingly vivid. People said I looked like him. I denied it with every fiber of my being.

She is a proud grandma. “Momma, I am hungry,” Dean said. I turned to them and kneeled in front of them. “What do you want to eat?” I asked, rubbing their heads. “We want to eat with Zira, ‘’ Archie said, smiling at me. He looked so much like his father and each day he is looking more like him and it’s sad. The only thing he has of me is my hair. Dean, however, looks like the perfect mix of Samantha and Kane, which is a relief because it will suck to be looking at Kane’s face.

“What do you want?” Derek leaned back, fingers crossed as he looked at us. “My dad, Alpha Bolton Blackwood, is growing our lands. He wants strong and loyal people to fight with us. You both showed great skill back there.” “Did you think our fight to survive was just a show?” Axel interrupted, his sarcasm sharp in the air. Derek laughed, a low, funny sound that had an oddly eerie vibe. “Something like that. You have potential—the kind my dad would like.”