John Cena Dad Novels & Stories

At least I don’t have to worry about it now. I actually felt sorry for Jenna. Her dad died from a drunk driving accident a few years after her little sister was born and her mom died a little after my parents. Jenna and her siblings, Alex and Laura, were left behind. Hence why Jenna was working at the Moras’ residence–to support her siblings. She had dreams of landing a rich boyfriend to take care of them, so she wouldn’t have to worry so much about money. I didn’t agree with her methods, but who was I to judge?

Jenny said, then turned and briskly walked outside. Soon, her footsteps faded away in the corridor. Inside the private room, everyone sat silently for a moment. Then all eyes fell on Frank. Diana furrowed her brows, a hint of shock in her eyes. "When did you... sleep with Jenny?" "Not long ago," Frank replied quietly. Mr. Getty cleared his throat, saying, "This matter is complicated." He glanced at John, finding it somewhat difficult to broach the topic. Jenny's father passed away a long time ago. As her eldest cousin, John was like a father figure to her. It was necessary to explain this to John.

Richard let her lean on his shoulders. “My dad cares about others opinions a lot than us and after Jenna’s marriage he became more hard on me. He was scared that I would be like Jenna. He wanted us to marry the guy he chose but Jenna chose her life partner. He restricted me from going out . He even stopped me from talking to Paula.

If you could survive living without James, someone you thought you couldn't breathe without, then you can survive this too. With those thoughts, sleep finally pulled me under. When I woke up it was already one in the afternoon. God, my body was genuinely exhausted. I got up and made food, settled onto the sofa with my phone to check emails from Nick or anyone else. Then my heart skipped, several beats at once. The screen was showing message from Dear Daddy. I gulped and opened it. 'I'm sorry, baby girl. I had to leave like that because I had a meeting.' I opened his next message.

Johnny listened carefully. “It’s about your dad,” she began. “The reason he hasn’t been around, the reason he’s avoiding us… he has a girlfriend. They’ve been together for a while. They might even get married. He’s a cheat and doesn’t care about you or me as much as he cares about her.” Johnny blinked. It sounded like too much for him—too much for any child to hear. He felt betrayed, angry at Nat, but his feelings were jumbled and incomprehensible. He didn’t fully grasp why his dad would have another lover.

When he was done, I caught the sight of blood on it, before he hurriedly put it away. "Dad, you want to talk later?" I asked, "No, this isn't as easy as you think it is." He told me. "Anyway, you broke up with Jen and Cynthia was going on and on about how stupid she was. Kept saying how sweet you were, how any woman would be happy to have you. She said young girls like Jen had no appreciation for a nice guy like you, she made a joke that you should look for an older woman." For the first time dad looked me in the eye.

Johnson, Jenna's father, with a pitiful face. Jenna stopped packing, then looked up at her father with immeasurable emotion. "Dad, I've been planning this solo trip from six months ago! Running away? Really?!" Jenna shouted with exasperation. Mr. Johnson breathed a sigh of relief, he could not bear to match his only daughter with Martin the old fart. But he was threatened with imprisonment, so he inevitably had to do this matchmaking. "I'm sorry Jenna if there was another way I wouldn't force you. You know that, right? Just this time Jenna, please help me..."

My dad was also a member of the white house but not in a higher position than Mr Dalton Sullivan. I can't tell how both parents became family friends but I am aware they were a little bit close at times and that they were both members of the white house. My dad was not a senator but a lawyer before he died. I took over his dreams. What brought about the marriage deal is what I can't comprehend. The Sullivans are rich, bastardly rich, and not of our standard, notwithstanding their relationship with my dad as members of a chamber, they wouldn't want their only son to be married to a common secretary at a common law firm.

How could I even think that I could get him in the first place . Jeff came from a well to do family ,his dad has one of the biggest companies in the whole of New York. though they were pretty popular but one thing I knew was the fact that his mom never like and she did literally everything to make sure that I left his son and I knew one of her reason was the fact that I was raised by a single mother but I just didn't care ,I didn't want to think about it ,I wasn't going to keep thinking about the past .

Such a gentleman. “Look at you two, already getting along!!” My dad yelled and Mr. Carter's grandson let out a small laughter. Charming. “Well, Mr. Carter and grandson, meet my daughter, Jennifer. Jen, meet Mr. Eric Carter and Jerald Carter.” My father introduced us and we shook hands. I didn't dare to look at him in the eyes. Who wouldn't? His black eyes made my flesh creep. “You are even more beautiful in person. We'll leave you two. Come on John, I have some exciting news about the business.” Mr. Carter said as he walked with my father, leaving me with a stranger.