John Cena Dad Novels & Stories

"And quit using Wendy's first-name. She is your elder—I will be marrying her next month." "What?!" Dylan cried on top of his lungs. "I won't allow it!" John glowered. "Do you think you can tell me what to do?" Meanwhile, Levi had prepared the car, while John strode out with me in his arms. I felt glee even as I turned to look at Dylan's crestfallen state before we left. In my past life, I had thought of John as my father, and it was only after he died in an accident that I found out he had feelings for me from the start, as I bore a striking resemblance with an old flame of his.

I could see it from his face. He reserved his comment for later. “So what are your intentions with my daughter, young man?” My dad asked. Johny held my palm on the table and looked at me and my parents and said “I was about quitting my job and starting a business so Laura and I could live somewhere. You know it’s good to start from somewhere sir. I love her so much and I see myself sharing a great part of my life with her” I was so amazed by his words but my dad wasn’t convinced enough by what he said. “Alright,I hope it’s for the better because if you hurt or harm my daughter, I will tear off your balls so be careful.” My dad warned Johny. Johny swallowed his throat and I tapped him. It was

I still don't see what. "I'm getting to it; it's not easy sharing this because it can cause a lot of people to get hurt if my dad's identity gets out." "Okay, I'll bite; who is your dad?" "Hayden St. John." "Hay...the senator Hayden St. John? You do know he's black, right?" She just looked up at me, and fuck if I didn't see it.

Cindy smiled at Wharton and said, “Thank you for coming all the way here to help me, Dr. Zess. Zachary, hurry up and pay Dr. Zess.” Zachary said, “Don’t worry, Grandma. My father will handle the bill.” Cindy had four sons. The eldest son was Zachary’s father, who was the most successful out of the four brothers. He owned a company, so he earned about $4,500,000 per year. Although he was prideful and he looked down on his three brothers, he was a good son to Cindy. “Your father must’ve spent a lot of energy to find a way to cure my illness…” Cindy let out a sigh.

Caleb spitted and stormed out of there. “Caleb, no! please, stop, my son.” Mom followed him out but not before throwing a menacing glare at me. “Alright, you won, Dad. I am accepting her as the CEO of our company but it’s my promise to your granddaughter and her husband that within thirty days, I’ll show them what they have brought upon themselves by making Harris Jones their enemy.” Dad said, he gave us an open challenge. “Challenge accepted, Mr. Jones. Best of luck but before you also leave, I have a good news for you.” Tristan said taking a step close to my father.

The complexities of balancing personal and professional aspects of their lives lingered in the room, leaving them both with a shared understanding that the path to a more open relationship required careful consideration and patience. *********************** Jayden sat in his office, the dim light casting a contemplative atmosphere around him. His mind was occupied with the weight of a business deal, one that seemed elusive without the support of a powerful ally. The person who held the key to this particular venture was none other than his father, Bryan.

He just hopes that in the end, we will end up a real couple that will help and share each other's happiness and burden. Daddy John may have talked to Jefferson as well when he went to Kenom one time. He may have given Jefferson a piece of advice and told him to make things work for us. "You're not eating Celina." he said that brought me out of my deep thinking. I looked at him and he was looking at me as well. "What are you thinking?" he asked and I noticed Daddy John looked at me as well.

The dad is not Ronan. "Juicy. Keep me posted."

In truth, I should probably thank Dennis. If he hadn't lied to me, I wouldn't be who I am now. Just then, my phone rang. It was Raymond McMillan, Dennis's father. "Anna," he said, his voice warm and familiar, "are you coming back to Veldere soon? Once you're back, you can finally become my daughter-in-law." My heart skipped a beat. For him to say something like that… it meant he didn't know. He didn't know that Dennis was already with someone else.

I found my dad leaving the gym with a towel around his neck from his workout. "We need to talk." "Do you mind if your old man showers first?" "I mind." He sighed knowing this was THE talk. We entered the den and my father took his favorite reclining chair. I sat in the less comfortable Victorian loveseat. "Start at the beginning. Why the hell did you hire Senator Jacobs' son?" "He's the best. He went to military school, became a Marine, and then a cop. You needed the best." I vaguely remembered my father complaining one time about Senator Jacobs' stupidity for not pulling strings and getting his only child a plush military assignment during his enlistment. This wasn't what I was after, thoug