John Cena Death Novels & Stories

"Actually, I've been thinking about Jezza lately. We lost touch years ago, but I kept meaning to reach out. How is she? Still running your father's company?" The question hit Gina like a physical blow. Riley didn't know. "Riley." Her voice came out strangled. "Jezza's gone." Riley's smile faded. "Gone? What do you mean gone?" "She died weeks ago." The words hung in the air between them. Riley's face went white. "That's not possible." "She'd been in a coma for over two years. Since her engagement party, she never woke up." "A coma? What happened?"

"Ah, child, I can't say it right now. I can only inform you that your brother is not..." Marilyn was dumbfounded when she heard the final few words. "Never?" "Never...was!" Marshawn spoke seriously. Marilyn's eyes reddened. "I don't believe it! You're lying to me, Grandpa!" However, when Marilyn snapped back to her senses, she was surprised to see that Jennifer had already died at Marshawn's hands. Marshawn had snapped her neck as easily as killing a chicken. Marshawn looked at her coldly. "My girl, some things need to be thought of differently!"

I responded. She choked through a sob. “He is dead, Mia. We had a fight last night and he left to go drink. He lost control of the car on his way back. I was told that his car flipped three times before ending up in a ditch on its side. And even though when they pulled him from the wreckage, he was still conscious, but they couldn’t save him.’’ Again, the remorse wasn’t there, I was glad Johnathan was dead and would no longer be a burden to my mother. He was the main reason I never visited home since being here in California.

Many unscrupulous media outlets even began speculating on how long it would take for news of Cedric's death to surface. In the projection room of the detention center, the local financial news channel was broadcasting reports about Cedric. To attract attention, the anchor was pulling out all the stops. "As we all know, 30 years ago, the young heir of the Carlsons passed away at a young age. He was the same age as Mr. Cedric Carlson when he died. Whether it's a coincidence or fate, if it's indeed fate, I'm afraid Mr. Carlson will probably—

No way for me to soften the words that continue to hold his gaze. Edward Carolson: Dead at 58.

Her article would need corroborating witnesses that weren’t her or Dave. Acheki reached out to her for her statement. “Are you ready to give your statement?” “Yes, but has anything come about with Junior?” He sighed. “Yes, we were alerted that he has gone on to greener pastures.” She knew what that meant. It was a saying they used when someone died. It came about around the Apocalypse. “I see. So, what is the official cause of death?” “Extreme dehydration. There was nothing they could do. Now, do you mind telling me what happened?”

Their faces unrecognizable as the only one he recognized was his rage. Some of the officers noticed how weird he's acting, but none of them could’ve predicted the next thing. BANG! The bullet of the .40 Smith and Wesson went straight towards the head of the now deceased Fred Jules Leopold as he fell swiftly to his death. August, who was cuffed to him fell with him. “Jameson! What is the meaning of this?” “You won’t understand. He killed my daughter.” Tears started falling from his already watery eyes.

Which is indeed true, just watching Dai who seems perfect to me minus his arrogance. It's 7pm, the girls have fallen asleep by my side with both sitted on either side. I am about to wake them when Mr. Trump's Doctor exits the ER with a sullen face, oh God!. "Mr. Japana........." the doctor drags out while Dai stands up from his seat causing the girls to wake up. "I regret to announce to y'all that Mr. Denzel Trump didn't make it, we tried our possible best but the cancer had damaged his vital organs. I am deeply sorry for your loss" he says bowing and taps Dai on the back as a form of consolation.