Cameron Boyce Grave Novels & Stories

"The more you want this marriage annulled, the less likely I'll give you what you want." … The day before New Year's Eve, Cameron got off work early and drove to the graveyard. She already had her cast removed, but she was still unable to exert herself. So, she still had to use the wheelchair to get herself up the hill. The girl pictured on the tombstone wore a beautiful smile, looking to be in the prime of her youth. Today was the anniversary of Melissa's death. To avoid running into the Laurier family, she decided to come a little later in the day.

Her father and mother were also buried here, and it was strange when Camelia came looking for her name among the headstones decorated with fresh flowers that were changed every day. 'Camelia Shannon Philips' Born: March 8, 1996. Death: April 8, 2024. ***

"The story. The allegations. We're going to be headlines by tonight." "Let them talk." Calloway's voice was flat. "All that matters is the vote." My phone buzzed again. Another message. Same unknown number. I opened it, my heart hammering. Check sterling senior's grave. The answers are buried with him. —A Friend The same message. Word for word. Except this time, there was something else. A photo attachment. I clicked it. The image loaded slowly. When it finally appeared, my breath caught. It was a grave. Night time. Someone standing beside it with a shovel.

But they soon discovered it wasn’t just a camp. It was a cemetery too. “This is sick, man,” Mark muttered, reading the broken sign by the cemetery gates. “Can’t we just ditch this place? We’ve got our playoff game against Forney on Friday. I don’t wanna fucking die tonight.” Ben laughed, kicking at a rock. “Some of these graves date back to the 1800s,” he said, his voice low and amused. “That’s insane.” Mark and Dylan shared a look. Doubt flickered across their faces.

Part of the burial ground had been overgrown with weeds, and the cobbled path was lined with cracks. Caspian opened the gate and let Elora in first. There are so many graves there. Caspian led Elora to the side of a row of tombs lined neatly with gray tombstones. They continued walking until the row of tombs at the end, headed for a grave plot that looked the newest compared to the others. On its large tombstone was inscribed the name COOPER HAILWOOD, with the year of death two years ago.

Mable could not hold back anymore and tried to run forward to hold onto the man she loved the most. “Mable!” Rahman held her back. “Madam.” Amos looked at the devastated Mable and could not bear it. “I’m so sorry...” Beside them, Spike and Nicki also began to cry. After Blair was cremated, his ashes were sent to the cemetery for burial. Mable stood before the grave, her gaze falling on the engraving of Blair’s name on the tombstone. Even at that moment, she still could not believe that Blair was truly gone.

After walk for a few minutes, I see graves with flowers laying in front of them and I feel my eyes water. Even though I didn’t know those people, I still feel my heart ache seeing them. Finally Diana stops in front of a grave. Boldly written on it are these inscriptions. *HERE LIES JAYDEN LUCAS, BELOVED SON, BROTHER AND UNCLE, 1996-2022. Gone but not forgotten* I couldn’t hold my legs anymore, I fall on my knees and rest my head on his grave. Tears starts pouring out of my eyes non-stop, I open my mouth and release a loud scream.

Levi stood beside me as I traced the white marble stone in a crouched position; JAYLEN DEL CAMPA. Memories of him flooded my mind. His scent lingered in the graveyard, reminding me of his presence. Silence closed in on me. There was nothing. Not even the faint cry of a bird or the rustling of leaves. Just my shallow breaths, my pounding heart, and the feeling of sorrow drowning my brain. I rose, took a few steps back, and stared wistfully at his grave. I’d do anything, pay any amount of money to bring him back. I said a silent goodbye and held Levi’s hand.

"Follow me!" Gideon learned from the boy that the elderly gentleman's grave was up in the mountains. As they climbed, they chatted, and Gideon gleaned some information. The boy's name was Elliot Patton, an orphan the elderly gentleman had adopted. The elderly gentleman had passed away peacefully of old age. The villagers had handled the funeral, and everything had gone as it should. "This is the place," Elliot said, his eyes reddening as he knelt before the grave, sobbing softly.

The man yelled, leading a smile to crawl on the face of the BMW owner. Soon after, the sand above the wooden surface was cleared to reveal a customized coffin with an engraved name on it. "Open it," The BMW man ordered, and as the forced it open, they found nothing inside. There were neither bones, maggots, nor any sign of rotten flesh. A strange smile appeared on his lips as he waved them to cover it up. He started to leave for his car, and as he began to reverse, he turns his car's headlights on, a reflection hitting the name engraved on the tombstone which was formerly above the grave they just dug to reveal, "Donovan Otto Blackwood,"