Cliff Burton Death Novels & Stories

Mr Cliff's cheerful voice was heard, “Hello, Pastor Bernie. I am doing well. My youngest son, Jeff, was released from prison today. The Lord has been faithful in keeping him safe all these years. Pastor Bernie, would you be so kind as to come to our house to perform a cleansing ceremony for him?” Pastor Bernie heaved a sigh of relief to hear good news at last. He smiled broadly and replied, “Congratulations, Mr Cliff. I will come as soon as my wife returns from the Cage family’s house. She went with other ladies to comfort the grieving family.” The Cliff family missed the news of Paula and Sloane's passing because they were fussing over their son, Jeff. Mr Cliff had a confused expression and

Floyd asked his eldest son in doubt and thought that his eldest son was more reliable. Grant paused before he replied, “Yeah, that’s our Lil K.” Floyd exhaled slowly. Something suddenly flashed through his mind. “By the way, I need to tell you something serious. Eric told me just now that my precious son-in-law is dead. Is that true?” Grant was silent for a few seconds. Floyd also sensed that something was wrong. Grant sighed. “Dad, Mr. Churchill confirmed that Clayton fell off from the cliff when that section of the boulder broke off. There were three other people with him at that time, and their bodies have been found. Only his body is missing…”

The same went for those other brands. At the factory, Aria received three important messages from the special team. "Clifford Lambert was forced to commit suicide. Someone spoke with him before his death. We've identified the person and are tracking them. "There's definitely someone more powerful behind this. They're clever and don't expose themselves easily. They still haven't shown their tail, so be careful, Boss. I'm worried they're targeting you."

said Cliff's eldest son, Alison. Cliff's wife had passed away 15 years ago. Since her death, he had lived alone in their family home with only an old housekeeper for company, rarely stepping out. His decision to attend today's event had left Alison both surprised and concerned. Marcia, however, couldn't help nodding in agreement. "Uncle, you're absolutely right! I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

Wade passed out. Two days later, Wade woke up in a hospital room. Clifford was being hailed as a martyr and given a state funeral along with his squad. Wade was at a loss for words. Nothing he could ever say would change any of that. His friends were dead because of him. The only loose end had been nicely managed by Dominic Carter. And the story the department was going with, had the Mayor’s name written all over it. Wade couldn't gather enough courage to attend it. That’s when his companionship with alcohol took a turn for the worst.

It was stated there that he was the one ruling the city before Damon. “This man is what Damon was talking about,” I said, scrolling more to the column and reading through the details. “Cristobal Burson? Wasn’t he dead a long time ago?” Nancy supplemented and pointed out the last paragraph by the time Damon took over. “Read this part.” Dead from an explosion. Damon had set their entire place on fire, trapping the old man inside. His picture was attached on the side. The capture was grainy and in black and white, but I was still able to determine that he was in his sixties at the time.