John Cena's Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

It seems that he wanted to stop her from saying any more hurtful words that will cause a stir between her and her step sibling. "Jenna, let me talk to your mother about this," her father finally replied. "Anyway, you weren't here nor your mother when it happened and there doesn't seem to be any problem if I don't tell a thing or two towards my wife," he explained, his words sounding quite bitter. "But Dad, isn't Shawn helping in managing the company while you stayed home?" Jenna asked that Ericka sigh sharply. This woman is indeed an idiot, unable to comprehend that obvious. She rolled her eyes on the other side before she replied. "You're probably not thinking straight, Jenna," she started.

I wondered if they knew she was the daughter of the man that ended them. My mother smiled gently. "That's a lovely lady you've got, Lucien." Her smile widened. "She loves you. Just the way I love your father." Dad turned to look at her, and he couldn't help the small smile that tugged on his lips. "She's the daughter of..." I breathed. "Davina Rose Carson. She's Gideon's daughter." They both nodded. "That doesn't stop her from being a lovely lady." Mom said, no hint of malice in her tone.

“What’s going on?” Sophia sighed. “It’s a long story. Christina is Johnny’s daughter with his ex-wife, Molly Williams. They had a misunderstanding a few years back which caused Molly to leave their matrimonial home along with Christina by her side. Sadly they were met with an accident on the way there and her younger brother, Francis never forgave John. He blamed Johnny for the death of his sister and took Christina away. We’ve been looking for Christina all these years but we only managed to get hold of her lately.”

All the luxury things are definitely my cup of tea. I did not leave daddy's side even though many greeted him, some looked at me and surprisingly recognized me. "Is she your daughter?" Wonderful question from a woman in her 40's who is maybe but still beautiful. "Yes Josephine, this is Azalea, my unica hija .. Lea, she's the Ceo of Jnc Entertainment," dad introduced me. The woman smiled at me so I returned it. "Hi, Azalea," she approached me gently. "Nice to meet you, you're so pretty .. Are you interested in modeling or acting, perhaps?" She asked.

There goes the No public knowledge down the fucking drain. “Niccola Fairchild, daughter of Monica Sutclife, who recently married Magnat Cole Sutcliffe, joining their fortune, is photographed kissing Phillip Price. Will the next marriage join the most popular families in New York?” I read and close my eyes for a few seconds, not believing what I am seeing.

His breath comes in ragged gasps as the weight of her words sinks in. Sienna… his daughter? How is that possible? He has been fucking her for the past two years plus and now what? He has been… His daughter? “Dad?” A voice interrupts his spiraling thoughts, and he looks up to see Charles approaching. “Quinn has woken up from her coma. Where is Mum? How is she doing?” But John can barely hear him. His mind is still reeling, drowning in the revelation that has shattered everything, every damn thing.

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.

Oops, I totally forgot, sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. My name is Jenny Wilson, the daughter of Mr Samuel and Mrs Alexa Wilson. I am from France, Paris but am recently living in New York with my grand parents. I am the only daughter and I also have a handsome brother –don't be jealous– named Jake, right now he's in California. My parents are filthy rich but I am not proud I guess, I'm 17 years old, I'm a great dancer but am also good at singing. That's all you need to know about me for now.

The ride was uttermost silent until Chelsea spoke. "Eliana, I know you are the quiet type but this time around, your silence is too.... alarming." She turned to Eliana. "Please tell me the truth, what is wrong? Did something happen at Jenny's? Please tell me." Chelsea said with pleading eyes. Eliana looked away and said, "My daughter, Amelia, is not Jace's daughter." Chelsea was in a confused state. "Why did you decide to bring that up? Does Jace know?" She asked with a grimace face.

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.