Novel & Cerita John Cena's Daughter

“I love Jason! I’m crazy for him-” “That good for nothing guy is now with another w*ore!” he snapped. “He’s engaged to her and has a kid with her! You’re so stupid. If you marry Jason Cho, do you really think your children will take over his company? He’s gonna give it to that brat and throw you aside!” “I can get rid of her!” Jenna claimed. Camelia was horrified and clasped her daughter’s hand. “Don’t think about Jason!” she gently told her daughter. “If he’s not into you then why are you so obsessed with him?”

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.

After being seated, a chubby middle-aged woman smiled and surveyed Jenna, " After so many years, Jenna has matured quite a bit." "Used to look like a little girl, now she's grown up." Another auntie with eyes and slim cheeks deliberately asked, "Kenzie, what child did you just say? Could it be that Jenna already has a child?" "Yes, Jenna already has two kids, time flies, we're getting old." Kenzie smiled and said, "Jenna, why didn't you bring the kids over today?" This time, Jenna didn't interrupt Kenzie and let her finish her sentence. Jenna knew very well that from the moment Vivan bumped into her and the child at the kindergarten, the secret could not be kept.

There hadn't been anyone left at the Larson residence; Finn had passed away. One day, many years later, Catherine had happened to see Jessica on TV. Upon seeing the latter's familiar birth mark—a tiny mole at the corner of her eye—Catherine had identified Jessica as her daughter. She left the living room without a look at anyone else.

he conceded, holding up his hands in mock surrender. A comfortable silence settled between them for a moment until he spoke again. "About that kid from earlier..." Cyan looked up from the apple. "Zendaya." "Yeah. Where is she?" "She’s with your brother right now." "Is she really our daughter?" Cyan hesitated. Technically, Zendaya was Zach’s daughter, but she wasn't hers. The truth was a tangled web. "She is..." Cyan said carefully. "She is your daughter... but with someone else.”

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

My chest is tightening as I clearly saw our face being televised right now. “The more shocking truth is that these pictures have been taken inside the president’s daughter's house. And the real question is that, does the president’s daughter know that her bodyguard, boyfriend rather, plead guilty to the murder of the late senator but pulled out of the case because of the influence of his family?” “This is ABC News, reporting.” Guilty of fucking what?!

Jenna was the first to walk over to Marion and step right up and press her naked body against her saying, "It's great to meet you. My name is Jenna, I'm their daughter." When Jenna stepped back Kim was right there waiting her turn to hug Marion as well. Ted stood to their side and watched the two wives hug before saying, "See honey, I told you all the members of this family are really wonderful people." I reached out my hand to shake hands with Marion and noticed she immediately looked down at my cock as she extended her hand to take mine. I sized her up to be about 5'6" and she had dirty blonde hair. I also took note of her "C" sized tits and when she stepped back after our hand shake I not

“No. She did have a son, but he died of leukemia at the age of ten. She had no other children. Her name was Pam Jackson. She had a husband who died in Iraq. Her only living relative is an older sister in Michigan.” Pam. Charles’s mother’s name. “Can you give me the sister’s information?” Jessica’s mother asked. “We should . . . do something for her.” “Yes. I would be happy to give you that information,” Detective Kidman said. The other parents started asking for details about their children. Twenty minutes later, two sets of parents got good news and left the waiting room to see their children. Calvin Michelson entered the waiting room. “Calvin, thank God,” Claire said and quickly went to he