John Cena Dad Novels & Stories

" My dear old friend , can't we put away our personal differences to celebrate our children's success ? You wouldn't wish for our family conflicts to be transmitted into the next generation , would you ? Let the young generation decide , for our time is up ." " Here you are ,Dad !" She decided to interrupt after overhearing their exchange . " And who are these good friends of yours ?" " Thank heavens !" Interjected the old man . " You have come at the right time to save us from your old man's displeasure . Am Caleb , a businessman of no mean repute . This here is Jack , my eldest son . He is running our Genetic Engineering and Organ Transplant facility . And this is Jan , our Chief of Securi

dad said and looked at uncle Ryan with enthusiasm. "Dad...Ms. Jenkins is 75 years old," I giggled. "So what? Don't age discriminate against her. She is a nice lady. Last week she made me a whole plate of brownies and called me a Studmuffin," he smirked. I saw mom rolling her eyes. My dad was quite proud of his good looks and my mom was completely over it. "I...I am lea...leaving. Goodbye Jacob," uncle Ryan said and got up.

He stopped and began to applaud, and the assembly joined in enthusiastically until the aging congressman stood and waved. When everyone quieted, he continued. "And I have to thank my family, My father, who taught me fiscal responsibility, and my mother, who taught me how to survive the piranha tank of both high school and politics, which are remarkably similar." John's eyes went from dad to mom as he spoke. His gaze passed over me, lingering for just a second before moving away to his wife. "And to my beautiful wife, Henrietta..."

Sanchez, one of our new business partners whom Dad personally negotiated with, said with a smile. “Oh, absolutely. In fact, I’ve already been trying to get him married. We’re getting older too, and I want to play with my future grandchild while I still can,” Dad teased again as he looked at Rachel, the Sanchez couple’s only daughter. “How about you, hija? Do you already have a boyfriend? My Elijah here doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Dad continued shamelessly advertising me. “Dad, come on. Aren’t you embarrassed?” I whispered while rubbing the back of my neck. Even if I didn’t have high blood pressure, whenever I talked to Dad, I felt like my blood pressure shot up.

I guess he has so many girls at his beck and call that he thinks everything revolves around his looks. "So, my name is Kieran Jackson, and my dad is the former senator and businessman, Caleb Jackson". "Wait, you are Caleb Jackson's son, as in one of the richest businessmen in America!" "Jeez, if I knew telling you about my father would bring that reaction, I wouldn't have". "Come on, you are not pulling my legs." "Of course not."

All of Sienna's friends listened to Sienna carefully. "My dad cheated on me; Alleta, who I thought was daddy's stepdaughter, turned out to be daddy's biological child; Papa and Aunt Nita cheated on my mommy's back, until my mommy finally found out and chose to divorce," said Sienna. Of course, all of Sienna's friends were very surprised. "All this time, I know that my mommy tries to keep everything a secret because she's afraid that later I will be hurt and hate Papa; she doesn't want the relationship between children and father to get bad." Sienna occasionally wiped her tears.

Johnson, the CEO, has over the past months clouded the space of a father that she yearned for. Mr. Johnson is a man in his fifties, with three children whom Sophia heard were living outside the country and only comes around to visit their parents once in a while. Rumors have it that he has two sons and a daughter. He is a simple man with principles, and unlike his age, he still looked agile and strong like a young man in his thirties.

Jennifer's tone was calm, but her words made Caleb lose his composure. He jumped off the bed and shouted, "But we haven't even met Dad yet! Why are we leaving?" "Caleb Yale, let me repeat myself one last time. He's not your father!" Jennifer shouted, her patience wearing thin. "Your real father has been dead for a long time. That person has nothing to do with you!" Caleb cried, "But he is! I saw the paternity report! Mommy, why are you lying to us? Daddy is such a good person. He's gentle and handsome. Why are you giving him to another woman?"

"Dad this is Jace, the team quarterback. Jace my dad Jackson Claiborne." I reached out my hand to shake his. "Good evening sir." 'Always look a man in the eyes when you're talking to him.' That's what my dad always says, so that's what I did. He grinned at me and retook his seat after pointing me to one across from him. We talked football for a minute and he asked about the town, my parents. The usual I guess for a friend that his son had invited to his home. "Sir is your wife here?"

he asked. Ciara frowned. “I don’t understand, Father. What—?” “Check the envelope and give me your answer,” he snapped. Ciara opened the envelope and pulled out the DNA results. Her eyes widened. “Grandpa, this is false—it’s—” “I did the test myself. How could you?” he said angrily. John took the papers and frowned. He looked from Ciara to his father. “Father, let’s not dwell on the past—” “How dare you?” the old man roared.