John Cena's Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

She hugged the kidneys tightly and said, “These are for my daughter! No one can take them from me!” A police officer gently said, “Your daughter, Jenna, is dead. The hospital already told you.” “No! That’s not true! She’s not dead! You’re lying!” I was standing right there. No matter what I said, she could not hear me. Nothing mattered anymore. I watched as the police took her away to jail. My dad’s legs were badly hurt, and they could not be fixed. He would be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. After that, Joan’s real parents showed up. She was actually the daughter of a rich family. Many years ago, her parents had enemies, and someone stole her when she was a baby.

Junseo asked her in a serious tone. “You are right. I'm the daughter of Late Alpha Riley Wang's daughter. I'm not Ezra Allister’s daughter. But My Mom is his wife. He's my stepfather. Rest is the history I will tell you in our free time. We shouldn't be discussing this matter here. No one here knows that I'm not Ezra Allister's daughter.” Jennifer pulled him with her to go back into the Gala. “You are so mysterious.” Junseo commented. And Jennifer smiled. “Is everything alright?” As soon as Junseo and Jennifer went inside Savannah confronted them looking at them suspiciously.

Edwin was furious with his daughter. He spent more than twenty years of blood, sweat, and tears raising his only daughter, wanting her to be the successor of Daniels Group. She always made him satisfied, but after she met Zachary, she started to let him down. “Edwin, what did you say Jenna did? She’s a mistress in someone else’s marriage?” Amelia had no idea about this. She also did not know that Jenna found a man to pretend to be Zachary. Jenna hid all that from her mother.

"Dad, what are you saying? You're joking, right? When Queenie was screaming at me for a divorce, she was perfectly fine! She's still mad at me, isn't she? She put you up to this, didn't she?" My father didn't respond. He just kept walking. Richard refused to let it go, his voice rising in desperation. "Dad! Enough, okay? Stop messing with me! Queenie's always been dramatic—crying, making a scene, threatening to kill herself! She just wants to teach me a lesson, right? And Cammy—Cammy is my daughter! How could I possibly not care about her? I already found another kidney donor! Just bring her back! Stop playing games with a child's life—"

Another bad decision waiting to happen. Jenna strolled in, grinning like she had won the lottery. “I come in peace—with a news piece.” I barely looked up. “If it’s about your latest reality TV obsession, I’m not interested.” She slid into the chair beside me, resting her chin on her hands. “Oh, this is better. Much better.” I sighed. “Fine. What is it?” She leaned in. “Word around the office is that Damien Carter rejected the chairman’s daughter.”

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif

Her eyes widened slightly, unease creeping in. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Johnson said loudly, his voice filled with excitement and pride. “Thank you all for coming to my daughter’s birthday party. Today, in front of everyone here, I officially announce that Celine will be the heir of Dean Holdings, inheriting all of the Dean family assets.”

"It doesn't matter what you did to my sister. And I don't know what you did to her daughter, Sienna. But I need you to stay the hell away from my daughter." My eyes squint at her. My head is spinning so fast I’m surprised I’m still standing. "Her daughter?" She doesn't say a word. She just stares at me with those red, burning eyes, daring me to keep playing dumb. “What a fucking minute!” Jennifer had a twin. Kandice is the twin. Diana is Kandice’s daughter. And Sienna... Sienna is Jennifer’s kid. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I gasp for air like someone just kicked me in the ribs.

“Second slap is for the way you treated Lydia, Why did you hate her so much? She was a good, well-behaved, and brilliant woman!” Kelly rolled her eyes hearing Lydia's name. “The third slap…” Grandpa’s nostrils flared. “...was for the company. Clinton, what the hell is wrong with you?” Clinton remained quiet, confused. “Talk to me!” Grandpa roared, his voice slicing through the air like a whip. Kelly flinched. Clinton’s throat went dry. “I had no idea about Lydia being…” He trailed off, unable to form the words. Grandpa’s grip on the shears tightened. “She’s President Zander’s daughter, you fool! The daughter of the most powerful man in this country! And you let her go?”