Novel & Cerita Coffin Undertaker

He telephonically prepared the whole funeral, everything was done by the time we landed. “I don’t think I have ever seen a coffin like this. It’s kick-ass!” Colton exclaims behind us. “He liked the nickname.” I chuckle at Hunter’s response. I didn’t even know that Father knew that’s what he was called out there. The coffin is very typical of his demeanour. Black, mysterious and intimidating. He would have definitely liked this. “You did not prepare a vehicle?” Besides the car that’s pulling the trailer, I don’t see our usual bulletproof vehicles Hunter usually prepares.

Those two juniors might just be crazy. Right at this moment, the man lifting the coffin then continued his speech. “Fourth Master Yates, Consultant York was the one that handpicked his coffin. He said that the coffin itself is quite ancient and that it suits your status well!” “You…” Gus and the others that could barely hold their anger before were gritting their teeth furiously at this moment. They were barely resisting the urge to take action immediately. Harvey and Sky Corporation were too arrogant! Doing and saying those things would make someone cut him in half!

‘‘Undertaker, undertaker, undertaker,’’ they chorused loudly as I walked towards my seat with my head facing down. Everyone knew who undertaker was. It wasn’t a good name either. Undertaker was the world’s undisputed wrestling champion for years. He wore dark clothes and came to stage to fight with a coffin. He would come with a coffin wearing dark clothes with red eyes and step out, as if he was coming from the dead.

"Now beg for forgiveness. Do it properly for once while the Whitaker family is watching, or else…" I scoffed. "Oh yeah? I'll do your flapping mouth one better. I'll prove it." I lunged for the coffin. [WTF, WTF, WTF, WTF! They are naked in there!] [If she opens it… oh God. Stephie's life is ruined. The man too!] I yanked the lid off.

“Likes cosplay.” I read the line aloud and burst out laughing. Next to it stood a wardrobe packed with every kind of lingerie imaginable. From bunny girls to cat girls, I ended up picking a fox-girl outfit. There wasn’t any deeper reason behind my choice. The fox tail was fluffier, and honestly, it looked warmer. A pair of ivory candles flickered softly nearby. Following the ritual, I completed the vows before climbing straight into the enormous crystal coffin. Our Lord lay silently inside. He looked in his twenties.

"I knew Sarah was afraid of dark, cramped spaces, that is why I didn't play this game in a dark room. Instead, I thoughtfully chose this glass coffin for her. "I was so considerate of her, yet she's still playing the pity card in front of you guys! She just wants to ruin my game!” Raymond and Donald exchanged glances and nodded slightly. "Tiana is right. This is a transparent coffin and all of us are here watching over her, how could she have a panic attack?" "I doubt she's having an actual attack. She's likely just using us to ruin Tiana's mood." Donald kicked the coffin in dissatisfaction, his tone growing cold. "Quiet down in there! It’s been so long since Tiana got lost and it's rare to

It felt so wrong and I felt a gaping hole in my chest that didn't feel like it was going to disappear anytime soon. Ethan also talked about his funeral and I found it odd that he would talk about such a dreadful thing like his own death but now I wonder if, in some corner of his mind, he knew about his own death. The thought unsettled me and chilled me to the bones. He always said that being buried in a coffin sounded so meaningless and final to him like it was the end of something. And he didn't want his life to be bracketed between his earth and the day he was laid in the ground. He said he would much prefer if someone would just disperse his ashes into the air.

They watched helplessly as I asked them to cover the coffin board. They just sat aside and followed the hearse home. "Sir, please help me nail the coffin shut. I always feel like the corpse would wake up in the coffin if not nailed down. It's scary to think about it." The workers were amused by what I said. "They had been dead for a week. They won't wake up. However, it is necessary to nail the coffin shut. We will do so right now." Finally, Jessie could not hold back her expression and hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.

The coffin was slowly lowered into the earth, and those dressed in somber black bowed their heads in silent prayer. The officiant's voice was soft and mournful, resonating in the stillness of the cemetery as he spoke of Noah Leslie's brief but illustrious life. His name had once been a legend in the business world, a self-made man who built a vast empire from the ground up. Yet today, the man who had once stood invincible now lay quietly in the coffin, a mere part of the past.

The base, or headquarters as some call it, is a home to carefully selected individuals, who are chosen specifically by Caesar. And not just any individual. They range from mafia lords to martial art ninjas, to expert snipers and to trained soldiers. Formidable men who are impossible to defeat. These men are a force to reckon with. They carry out brutal underground work such as infiltrating other organisations, eliminating the leaders and spreading terror in the city. They are called the undertakers. And I'm the second in command to Don Caesar, the founder of the stealth organization called Hunters. I slow to a stop in the parking area and get down. Several masked men walk towards me and begi