John Cena Death Novels & Stories

San Francisco。 Javen looked at the newspaper on the desktop, and his eyes floated with anger. It can't be true! Just ten days ago, Cassie was alive and kicking at his side, so how could she quietly get sick and die in just a few days? Javen doesn't believe it, or he doesn't want to believe it. The assistant around me looked at his president sullenly, and it was not good to get in a word. For a long time, Javen crumpled up the newspaper in front of him and threw it into the trash can.

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

Marcus Whitfield died on a Tuesday. It wasn't a particularly memorable Tuesday. The weather behaved itself, the markets closed without drama, and somewhere across the city at least three executives undoubtedly described a meeting as "productive" despite everyone secretly wishing it had been an email. Marcus himself was found slumped behind the wheel of his car in a parking garage three blocks from his office. The official cause of death was a heart attack. The unofficial cause of death was considerably more expensive. Victor Kane had long ago learned that truth, while admirable, rarely survives sustained investment. A discreet payment here, a favor there, a report signed by the right person,

"Anyway, I thought you should know he’s been cremated. Celine made the arrangements. Blake is still heartbroken so I better return to him…he needs me.” She left with the same smug grace she came in, and I was left in silence again, save for the television playing softly in the background. “…media confirms the death of Julio Jenner, billionaire CEO of JJ Empire. He succumbed to a brief but severe illness. Sources close to the family reveal that his only daughter has been missing for two years and has not been reached for comment.” Julio Jenner. My father. Dead. The tears came harder now, relentless and uncontrollable. I wept for my baby. For my father. For the girl I used to be—the one who be

“Wasn’t he married?” Wow… just how much did he know? “He isn’t with Zanis anymore. She… died. He feels there’s a reason she died. He even said he almost got a divorce, but she got diagnosed with cancer” Johnny pinned her with a probing look. “And what is your view on that?”

I tried to go through the whole thing'. He discovered that Jungkun died two years ago and so did his sister. Jeon siblings died on the same day, but in different parts of the world. His sister died at 12:30am in Korea and he died at 3am in Cape Town.Something had taken place between those hours that was still hidden from the world.

The night before our SAT, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Suddenly, my phone screen lit up. I received a text from an unknown number. [Tomorrow at 6:30 a.m.. Leaving for the testing center. Your sister disappears.] I stared at the screen, my heart jolting. I did have a twin sister, Molly Young, and we were both scheduled to take the test the next day. But what a pathetic prank. I tossed my phone aside, turned over, and went back to sleep. The next morning, we had barely left the driveway when Molly suddenly cried out beside me. “Oh no, I forgot my admission ticket.” “Dad, pull over! I need to go back and get it.”

His health kept getting worse too, and it felt like my heart had been ripped open. "When he came looking for me the other day, I could hardly believe my eyes. Nathan always took great pride in his appearance, yet he looked so frail and haggard that day." Dad waved it off, his expression pained. "Jenna, it's not your fault. Thank you for looking after Nathan all this while. I know his death must've been quite a blow to you. You had already set your wedding date, and yet this had to happen…" Jenna gave a bitter smile. "When Nathan told me the truth, I went to doctors all over the country. But at that time, his illness had already progressed too far. Everyone told me it was too late and that he

“Three years ago, he died that same exact night when Asael Elayzer died for the whole world,” Ezrene went completely numb by hearing those words of Cynthia’s. She just could not believe what she was hearing. Braxton Waiyer was dead? But how? Her mind refused to believe it. “What? But how?” Ezrene could not stop herself from asking Cynthia which made Cynthia sigh heavily before she finally parted her mouth to answer Ezrene. “Ziven killed him that night before me and Asael reached there,” Cynthia’s answer froze Ezrene till her core.

“Of course, Young Master Burton.” It was around six that morning when Zivon could be seen sitting in his car as he listened to the radio, a cigarette in hand. Jenna’s death had just been reported, and he had no doubt that the people of the internet were having a field day with the topic. Though his phone began ringing shortly after, he didn’t bother picking up. Instead, he simply remained in his car with the window open and his air conditioner on, his hands ghastly pale in the icy cold… This was his punishment… His punishment for nearly losing the love of his life…!