Coffin Stand Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Like the previous chambers they had seen, this one also contained coffins, and one of them happened to have its lid open. Andrew wrapped his arms around Chantelle and leaped into the coffin. Then, he reached back and swiftly pulled the stone lid shut. Outside, they heard a loud crash followed by gunshots. Andrew did not need to think twice to know that Kevin was battling the Night Hag, but the commotion lasted only a moment before falling silent. "Is Mr. Wright Senior dead?" Chantelle whispered. Andrew shook his head, indicating he did not know either. The stone coffin had a musty smell, but thankfully, there were no other strange odors. Both of them held their breath, listening intently for

"Such a pity for these lost souls of bitches!" She continues her march. The venue itself was a testament to opulence and extravagance, befitting the stature of Chairman Hao Xiang. Nestled amidst meticulously manicured gardens, a pristine lake took center stage. At its heart lay the pièce de resistance – the state-of-the-art coffin, a marvel of craftsmanship and innovation.

My heart raced as we made our way to the grief chamber, and the air thickened with the reality of what we were about to face. As the door creaked open, I saw a haunting sight that almost took my breath away. Dante lay in a golden-looking coffin adorned with white lilies and black and red roses scattered around like fallen soldiers. Flickering candles illuminated the room, their soft glow juxtaposed against the starkness of what lay before us.

I said softly while Fabian seemed too stunned to say anything, he didn't even budge from where he's standing right now as if he wasn't expecting to see our brothers' coffins again. "What the hell is happening?" I asked myself. I couldn't help but frown because there seemed to be something wrong with what was happening right now. I thought our mother is trying to hide our brothers' coffins but then why is she giving us the coffins now? We didn't even get a sweat in finding those coffins. "Is this a trap? Please, tell me this is not a trap." Lincoln asked without looking at us. We are all engrossed in staring at the coffins lined up next to our mother's grave.

"Stay quiet, Rosina! She'll hear us..." They stood at the front of the funeral. Everyone's heads were down. Maybe it was them showing respect of maybe there were too afraid to look at what was coming. The coffin was pulled from the hearse by six strong men, all wearing suits. The silence dwelled as they entered the church. It wobbled as they carried it to the front and gently placed it down. The coffin was dark stained cherry and it was perfectly polished. It had a cushioned and silky lining. It seemed inviting. It was good to know that at least my Winter's aunt was resting in a comfortable place.