John Cena Daughter Novels & Stories

After JC's met with Annastacia and John while they were working on the annulment of their wedding in Santorini, they never kept in touch again. JC and Annastacia both thought their love story was just a memory. In between the time passed so fast that JC and Anna Marie also had a little girl aged 6 years named Michaela Anne Channing, whom they called Michie. A pair of beautiful eyes blue-green her mother's genetic inheritance and her hair was reddish brown. Her drooping face was like her handsome father in the female version.

“You mean… you…” “I own it,” Jenna confirmed, calm and lethal. Celeste’s eyes widened. “Oh my goddess. You’ve been hiding this the whole time?!” Jenna’s lips curled. “Some truths are safer hidden.” She paused, then added coldly, “Like the one my father has hidden from the world. That he has another daughter.” Her friends froze, stunned. “What are you saying?” Mina asked carefully. “That daughter of his?” Jenna’s gaze stayed fixed on the screen. “She’s not me and tonight you’ll see her smiling beside him as if she’s his perfect little treasure.”

The group chat instantly fell silent. A long while passed before Mrs. Lane sent a message. [Before cursing at Philip, don’t you think you should first take a look at what sort of life Dolce was living before this?] Zanda stopped talking. Of course, that was not because she thought that she was in the wrong. She simply found that no one was on her side this time. One month later, I went to the City Hall to finish the divorce procedure with Selena. She had become much thinner and was no longer as beautiful and dignified as she presented herself to be as the admin of Moms Unite.

Oops, I totally forgot, sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. My name is Jenny Wilson, the daughter of Mr Samuel and Mrs Alexa Wilson. I am from France, Paris but am recently living in New York with my grand parents. I am the only daughter and I also have a handsome brother –don't be jealous– named Jake, right now he's in California. My parents are filthy rich but I am not proud I guess, I'm 17 years old, I'm a great dancer but am also good at singing. That's all you need to know about me for now.

Still, deep down, Jenna refused to believe it. “Hank and Natasha do look unusually young, but rich people who know how to take care of themselves often appear younger than they really are. That’s nothing strange,” she thought. She stared at Hank stubbornly, her voice breaking as she cried out, “That’s impossible! You clearly switched us at birth. I’m the daughter of the Jernigan family. You can’t abandon me!” After seeing how absurd the situation had become, I motioned for Hank to put me down. I walked over to Jenna and spoke calmly.

I watched the client leave before turning back to them, my voice ice-cold. "How did you find me?" "Mrs. Johnson's daughter works in the same office building as you. We saw you," Sophie said quickly, her eyes darting around the fancy café. "Looks like you're doing pretty well now." "If you have something to say, say it." I didn't ask them to sit. Mom's smile turned awkward. "Elayne, I know I hurt you before... but I'm still your mother. You can't just abandon me."

Sending her a smile and a wave of my own, she runs up to the front seeming to be spurred on by her excitement. “We’re the family of Justin, I’m his mate Julia and here is our daughter Jennifer, who wanted to make a speech for her dad and tell you all how much she loved him.” The woman with huge tears in her eyes says, her hands on the shoulders of the little girl I now know was called Jennifer, who nodded.