John Cena Death Novels & Stories

“You don’t declare her dead without a body.” Across the room, Jenna’s name lingered unspoken. Untouchable. Heavy. A screen flickered to life. A live press briefing. JENNA ANDERSON PRESUMED DEAD AFTER TRAGIC PLANE CRASH. Rex felt something tear open inside his chest, sharp and irreversible. Images followed in cruel succession—Jenna at a board meeting, chin lifted, eyes fierce. Jenna stepping off a jet, sunlight catching her hair. Jenna standing alone before hostile investors, unbowed, unbroken.

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?

“Mr. Carter, stop smashing the window. If you break it, you will have to pay!” “Bang! Bang! Bang!” Evan hit it even harder. “What a joke. Can’t I afford it?” If only he could break it, he would certainly jump out and teach me a lesson. Jenny’s POV: Zachary’s funeral was completed. Mom and Grandpa were seriously ill. They couldn’t accept this cruel reality. This was especially true for Grandpa. He was already in his 80s. Now that his grandson had suddenly passed away, he couldn’t withstand such a blow. He was directly sent to the ICU and had yet to come out.

Rowena asked. "My assistant has had an accident. I need to go now," Johnny answered and walked out the door, feeling sad about his new sports car. "Is it serious?" Rowena asked. "Yes. A guy died in the crash. I need to go now. I'll come find you tomorrow," Johnny said. After Johnny left, Rowena switched on the television to watch the news. If the accident was very serious, it would be on the news. It was, and it had happened not too far from her hostel.

I instinctively took two steps back, my footing unsteady, nearly collapsing under the weight of this revelation. When I married Zander, I knew his father, Kenneth, had died in a battle, caught in the crossfire and leaving behind a young Zander. Yet, I never imagined that his death could be connected to Johnny. My lips trembled slightly as I struggled to utter, "It can't be. This can't be true." Zander's gaze was unwavering, his voice hoarse but resolute. "Jessica, I wish it weren't true. You have no idea how much I wished it wasn't Johnny. I loved you so much, so much that I was willing to ignore it all, but the truth is right here, and I can't run from it."

At that time I realized that the silence of loneliness was sad and suffocating. On the other hand, I can’t help but blame myself for what happened. However, I know more than anyone else that if I don’t fetch his soul someone else will do it. Death is not something that a person or anyone in the world has control over especially if a person’s death is predestined and written. I learned CSA killed Mr Perelman or Central Sleep Apnea a condition wherein a person pauses in breathing due to a lack of respiratory effort during sleep. That’s the thing Hazel explained to us when we last got together after the funeral.

This was the first time that I've seen something like that from him before. "There was one problem that I didn't expect when I sent Charlene to you," I said before I could stop myself. I hesitated a little bit, wondering if Jaxton could sense that the words weren't entirely truthful with me, but thankfully I decided against lying when he glared at me even harder than before, "The reason why Charlene died wasn't because she committed suicide. It was from a miscarriage." Silence followed after that. Jaxton and Jeremiah seemed to be thinking over my statement. They glanced at each other.

“We can’t delay today.” Merlin nodded. “I’ll walk you out.” They were just about to leave when the television flickered. A sudden change in sound caught Diana’s attention. “Breaking News.” The words alone made her pause. Slowly, she turned. The screen shifted to a reporter, her expression serious, her tone measured but heavy with significance. “…we bring you this shocking update. Mr. Joseph Johnson, founder of Jons Holdings, has been confirmed dead earlier this morning after a brief illness at the hospital…”

In Brookhaven, around the same time, Nicolas Johnson or a part of him, was being laid down in a mahogany made casket, right next to Jenna Austin-Johnson's father's grave; Timothy. Jenna stood closest to the grave, her eyes glazed from crying the previous night before the funeral. She held her cool throughout the entire event, holding her daughter in front of her who understood that her father was gone and was not coming back any time soon. She (Jenna) was in a black short dress and her hair flowed with the wind of that cold morning. She approached the grave with the coffin lying inside it and grabbed a mound of red soil between her fingers. Natasha watched her mother and did the same.

And then, that familiar smell came. The smell of death. The smell of Grim Reaper. I turned to see behind me, my eyes growing wide as Jason smirked at me. "You really are hard to catch." He said, but I ignored him. I turned back to the thug and just when I was about to blow him off, Jason did the thing I most feared he would. "Cilia Carpenter. Born in 6th July 2003. Died in 27th August 2018. Cause of death, car accident."