Cameron Boyce Grave Novels & Stories

He didn't say anything and just placed his hand on my back. A warm feeling of comfort filled me and I side-eyed him with a frown. “Please let me grieve,” I growled sourly and he quickly raised his glowing hand. Pinching his mouth he muttered, “I was just trying to help, I'm sorry, Lyric.” Looking forward I saw my dad standing on the porch with his arms crossed and shaking his head. It was apparent that the news of Camden's demise had reached him as I treaded onward. “Camden succumbed to the poison, “ Cesan informed my dad, who nodded.

Damien said and ruffled her hair, she giggled and pouted her lips, Damien’s phone suddenly rang and he glanced at the caller, it was Derek and he picked it up. “Hey, man.” Damien called. “What's up?” “The sky.” Damien replied and Derek chuckled. “Hmmm, I have something for you man.” “Really? What is it?” “Naomi’s grave.” He replied and Damien fell silent. “Are you there?” Derek asked. “Yeah, yeah.” “Okay, she was buried here in Los Angeles, at the cemetery next to the playground you guys visit, you can search around for her grave when you get there.” “Thanks, man.” Damien replied and he ended the call.

"Y-You unbelievable ass!" Cameron kicked her son so hard he staggered and fell to the ground. Miles bounced back instantly and hoisted his father onto his back, ignoring the old man's protests and curses. I had to suppress a laugh as I led the way. The grave was only 300 yards away, but getting there was a battle between the two of them. In the end, Miles had to drag Harry the rest of the way. I signaled for Miles to drop Harry. "Here. This is where Mom and Grandpa are."

"I—I don't know! Maybe he found it! Or stole it! He's changing the subject! What does this have to do with skipping work?" "What does this have to do with skipping work?" I smirked, yanked the projector cable, and plugged in my main phone. No signal. Didn't matter. Gallery still worked. I tapped the video I shot by the pickup. The screen lit up—wrecked truck, no plates. In the back—red paint, and half a burned headstone photo. Even scorched, my face was still there. Shocked whispers rippled through the room. "Oh my God, that's for a headstone?"

The two walked outside the building and decided to take a walk and that was when Jayden remembered something and said, “you know, I found your mother’s grave, Hayley.” Hayley looked at him, her smile was gone and pain appeared in her eyes, Jayden sighed as he kept his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in, as she said, “You did find her grave? Can I go and see it?” “That grave is in the Carlton mansion, that’s a very dangerous place, that was the place where we were attacked, it would not be safe to go there.” Hayley sighed and said, “how was it? The grave?” Jayden replied, “it was unnamed and it was lying behind the mansion.”

“She cannot be seen around some random boy. It’s not good for her.” “But, boss…” Graves hesitated, his tone cautious. “He’s not just some random boy. He’s her boyfriend—” “Do you really want to die?” Damien’s voice cut through the air, ice-cold and laced with murderous intent. Graves froze, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. He quickly shook his head, eyes dropping to the phone still in Damien’s grip. Damien tossed the phone back at Graves. “Now get out of my car and get to work.”

Understood? With that, Tyler hung up the phone. Bulldozers, leveling the land, and construction accidents… Jacob's mind was racing. He looked down at a couple of punks lying on the stretcher, moaning constantly. Suddenly, he shouted, "Come on guys, drive the bulldozer and come with me!" On the other side of Fighter Valley… Ciro and Cian's urns had been buried in the public cemetery of Fighter Valley. The cemetery was filled with graves of all sizes. The surrounding pines and cypresses stood tall, and the forest wind whistled.

Stacey pulls the car to a halt a short distance away. "Do you need me to come with you? " She asks "No. I would be fine. "I reply, head still reeling from the long drive. My joints aches in a way it had never done and my stomach feels queasy. Stacey nods at me. She does not smile yet I understand the emotion in her eyes. I catch her lighting a cigarette and plugging in her headphones as I slowly walk to mom's grave. The grass had grown a little too much around this side of the cemetery. The plaque bearing the name, Ann Suzanne Geronimo, still shone despite the long years and harsh weather. I drop down on my knees beside the headstone and rest my cheek against the cool stone.

The cops took Julie away, while Cameron was urgently rushed to the hospital for treatment. However, the area where he got stabbed with the knife was one of the major arteries, and even the doctors' best efforts were unable to save his life. After Cameron died, his parents—with their outdated beliefs—were afraid that his ashes might still be contagious. They even refused to take Cameron's body. Since I was still his legal spouse, I collected his ashes and had them buried in a cemetery. Cameron's parents never even showed up once, despite him having always been a dutiful son to them. They didn't even want to accompany him for his final journey.

Then, as the last shovel of dirt hit the coffin, the car shifted into gear and rolled away slow, deliberate, silent over the wet road. No license plate visible. No face in the window. Just the echo of tires fading into the mist. The rain returned in a whisper, filling the silence it left behind. Rowan lowered his umbrella, rain running over his hair, soaking through the last layer of restraint he had left. He looked back at the grave Cassian’s name carved neatly into the stone. CASSIAN WESLEY 1997 – 2025 The dates looked wrong. Incomplete. Because somewhere, beyond this hollow grave, Cassian was still breathing.