Jackie Hance Funeral Novels & Stories

Zara Monroe laid to rest- Heiress pronounced dead after a tragic disappearance. A video began to roll, it was my fucking funeral. A closed casket, a sea of black, and then I saw Jade clutching Ethan like she’d lost his soul. Her head was buried in his chest, his arms wrapped around her like she was his world. Mara stood beside them, dry-eyed, dressed in black lace; she looked smug, like she wasn’t the reason I was six feet under. I could feel the tears threatening to fall at the corner of my eyes, my breath caught, and I could barely process the words the reporter was saying.

Legally, she was still my next of kin. Seraphine narrowed her eyes. "What did you just say?" Hayden? A cremation? Zedd repeated flatly. "We need your signature for Hayden's cremation." She clearly didn't believe him and replied, "Do you think this is funny?" "You'll see for yourself when you get here," Zedd said and hung up. Seraphine let out a cold, sarcastic laugh. "After hiding for two days, now he's pulling this kind of stunt." Jack stepped closer and asked gently, "Who was that?"

At my words, the entire place fell silent for a moment. My eyes were still locked on Josephine's. She knew better than anyone how Dad had died and what his status meant. If they kept this up, they would be asking for trouble. Just as everyone was wondering whether I was telling the truth, Jonathan strode over to the hearse and kicked the door, snorting with disdain. "Do you really think we're fools? A national hero's funeral procession would have a police motorcade escort leading the way, and the coffin would be draped with the national flag!

Grace’s death sent Sebastian into deep pain. It also made Sabrina so sad that it almost affected her pregnancy. Despite how sad Sabrina was, she would not be able to send Aunt Grace on her final journey. The funeral Sebastian held for his mother was unbelievably grand. The entire upper society was present, yet, Sabrina did not get the chance to hold vigil. She was not even allowed to find out where Aunt Grace was buried. That was because the entire Ford family and their relatives all held vigil for Grace. Even Nigel had been there to send his aunt off.

Yvonne and Ella exclaimed at the same time but Jared could not hear them anymore. Jared’s funeral was arranged by Jackson as Yvonne was pregnant. Jared enjoyed his prestige when he was alive, but he was unglamorous after he died. As he was undergoing his punishment by his organization, obviously not many people came to express their condolences. For this reason, Jackson did not host a grand funeral for Jared just because he was rich. They simply accepted the condolences from a few friends and buried him. According to his last wish, Yvonne buried him next to Cindy.

Jacky enclosed himself in his bosom. When Grandma's body was being lowered in the ground, loud wailings could be heard from the people. Kelvin tightened his lips and rested his head on Alexander's shoulder, sobbing quietly. ""I'm going to miss her so bad."" He said quietly. ""We all will."" Alexander responded patting his shoulder. When the funeral was over, Kelvin took Jacky home. The sympathizers on their way home was almost endless. Each of them would stop and console them for what seemed like eternity. Kelvin would only nod and smile at what they told him.

she asked with the same hateful look in her eyes as when she had crashed into me in my previous life. The next day, I applied for a transfer at the company and moved abroad. Five years later, the police informed me that Quincey had died in a rented apartment. I was her only living relative, and they asked how I wanted the body to be handled. "Cremate it." With that, I hung up the phone.

The Lacroix family told the public that I had died due to loss of blood during my premature labor. Jack was forced to kneel in front of my memorial portrait. His subordinates had been paid for their silence while the doctor was locked in the basement. He shrugged off the hands on his shoulder, stood up, and kicked the bouquet of flowers. "I've told you many times! Whitney isn't dead! What are you doing? Why are you holding a funeral for her? Are you trying to curse her? Get out! Everybody, get out! Whitney isn't dead!"

I can’t go back to my apartment yet. The funeral was two weeks ago. I’d forced myself to go, standing in the back of the church in a black dress I’d bought specifically for the occasion. Jake’s mother had collapsed during the eulogy. His father had stood stone-faced, accepting condolences. Emily from work had been there. Marcus. Margaret. The whole team looking shell-shocked and devastated. “Such a tragedy,” I’d heard someone whisper. “A car accident. He was so young.” “I heard he’d been drinking,” another voice responded. “Lost control on Lake Shore Drive. Went straight into a barrier.”

[ZEKE] Jake Myers — 26 June 1995– 18 April 2024 Here lies a man who called this place home. That’s what the grave reads. Beside me, Camilla goes completely still. My own hands curl into fists. I force myself to look at her, watching as her lips tremble. She’s struggling to react. Vance waits with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixated on the tombstone. He watches it like he sees something deeper—the man himself, probably.