John Cena Dad Novels & Stories

Uncle Harrison said. “Our flight…” I asked. “It's in the early morning,” Uncle Harrison said before taking off the living room, and I was dumbstruck looking at him. “He lied…” Dad said, sitting on the sofa and setting news channel for himself. “But…” He cut me off and mentioned," You know he doesn't like Jenny, and he never trusts anyone except family. “Uncle Henry…” I called for. “He knows him and his ways” Dad replied. “Ok…” I replied.

I stared forlornly at the door. “What is Jennifer hiding?" My dad asked. He was staring contemplatively at the closed door when I turned to look at him. “She wouldn't say much". I said slowly. “But she knows some old stories about a cult of serial killers". My dad raised a brow. “A cult of serial killers?" I shrugged. “That's the vibe the story gives". “I see". He said. I sat down on the chair Jameson had just left. “And you and Jameson?" He asked lightly, picking a file and beginning to go through it.

Jennifer Zeller said as she put down her coffee cup. Jennifer was the eldest daughter of the Zellers and Cynthia's older sister. Zac, Cynthia's father, looked her up and down. "It's been almost two years, and you finally remembered to come home?" Cynthia stepped forward and said, "So you all noticed that I've been gone for almost two years. Not a single call, and no one came looking for me." Zac frowned. "Are you blaming us for not caring about you?" "Did you ever care about me?" Cynthia sneered. "I've never seen any of you care about me from the moment I was born. You probably wouldn't care if I died somewhere out there."

Stanley's moment of confusion vanished instantly, his voice now filled with excitement. "Really, Jeremy? You're willing to let Cindy bear Duncan's child? You're not sleepwalking, are you? Oh, it's great that you've come to your senses! I'll agree to anything you want. No, not just one thing, but a hundred!" I hugged my shivering body, tears streaming down my face. A year ago, my father-in-law, Stanley Johnson, proposed to let Cindy be a surrogate mother in order to leave an heir for his deceased eldest daughter. I was so angry that I made a huge scene at the family gathering.

He turned back to the road. Everyone seemed a bit off today. I got back and found my dad home earlier than usual. He told me that he had a friend who ran a rehabilitation center. The environment there was nice, and it had good facilities. He asked if I wanted to stay there for a while to relax. “Why would I need to relax?” My dad did not say anything. I then asked my mom, “Is this because Zach proposed to Cecilia?” She did not respond, so it was probably about that.

"That until I prove I'm grown, I get nothing. I need to get a job, work, earn money and realise just how hard life is. Easy for him to say, he's sat at home with his money." My eyes widen. "No! Jake, I know your dad was born into nothing and had nothing growing up. He's been someone like me and the others. He understands, and I don't think him cutting you off was easy." Sure, Alaric was pissed off, but even I know he struggled to cut him off. "Apparently, he knew I had cheated on you multiple times. The fact I lied and made you go with me made things worse. That and leaving you that night when he had guests coming."

As I walked out of the steel door I immediately spotted my dad and Jeremy, my dad was eyeing me curiously. I signed out and asked the lady if I can put money in Steve’s canteen. “You can dear, but that man, your father I believe he said he was, he put some in there while you were in your visit.” I smiled at her and my father as we headed out, I just wanted to get out of this city as fast as possible. We got into the car and began to drive out of the city, I got a text from Darren,

"During those years when you pretended to be poor, Grandma emptied her retirement savings to support your business! She pitied you for being an orphan. She scrimped and saved so she could give you the best of everything. She treated you like her own child. How could you... Mom simply lowered her eyes and regarded me coldly. "Your father even told you that. Donald was right. He was simply trying to leverage past favors to control us." Her expression turned even colder. "Since you won't choose, I'll choose for you." The henchmen behind her stepped forward. With a single swing of a hammer, Grandma's tombstone shattered. "No!" I threw myself over the grave, clawing at the coffin's seams with my

" He stood there, petrified, while the colleagues around him gaped. Yale was all about keeping up appearances. He sent me off to the countryside and told everyone I was sick and needed rest. After he took Josh Lewis in, some poor kid, he got his fifteen minutes of fame as the city's Teacher Dad. However, nobody knew the truth about Mr. Perfect. He was the kind of dad who would toss his own kid aside. I saw his facade crack, but he kept his cool. "Shane, I get it. You think I haven't been there for you, and now you're giving me the silent treatment, keeping your job a secret. "However, your brother's hanging by a thread. Be mad at me if you have to, but Josh didn't do anything."

Ian lowered his head, and the moment he read those words, his pupils shrank to pinpricks. I stared at him, my voice uncannily flat. "After Mom passed away, I handled her funeral arrangements all by myself. I kept watch over her casket on my own. What were you doing at the time? You were paving the way for Eugene, playing house with Elena, and wishing Mom and I would just disappear!" Right after I said that, tears finally welled up in my eyes. However, I refused to let them fall.