Nat King Cole Grave Novels & Stories

“He disowned me.” “On letterhead. I know. He’s still dying and you’re still his daughter. Both are true.” She looks up. “Go see him, Emily. Before he dies for real and you spend the rest of your life arguing with a ghost.” The door opens. Cole walks in without knocking. He nods at me, glances at the bedroom where Nick was, sees Nick is already out, and leans against the counter. Sage doesn’t look up from her closed laptop. Her posture goes rigid, the dancer spine locking into place.

gone. Cole greeted a few of the locals as they passed. When we reached the front pew, Cole helped me sit. The choir sang softly in the background. Martha's casket was simple. It was white in color and adorned with gardenias. My throat tightened at the thought of how she took my secret to the grave. Cole leaned closer, whispering, “You okay?” I forced a nod. “Yes. Just… a lot to take in.”

Lewis hung back while Katherine, Aiden, Nola and Nathan made their way to the graveside. Even though it was many years ago, Katherine still remembered where Nile was laid to rest. His black and white headstone stood out from the rest, since it was made to look like a praying angel with a golden halo on top of its head. She remembered that there was also a small oak tree close to the grave, which was now a towering beauty. "There it is," Katherine motioned, directing Nola and Nathan who were walking closely beside them. Nathan had his backpack with him and Nola had her little trinkets, while Katherine carried a small purse that held hers.

"I have questions. You’re going to give me answers." Cole gestured with a plastic fork toward the velvet chair opposite him. "Sit. Please. It’s been far too long. I should offer my congratulations." Nathan sat, his spine a rigid line of iron. "Congratulations?" "Becoming a father. Finding a husband thought lost to the wind." Cole looked up then, a small, practiced smile touching his lips. "Quite a month for the Wright legacy." The heat in Nathan’s blood spiked. "Funny you’d mention that. Especially since you’re the one who stood over a charred ruin and told me with 'absolute medical certainty' that Zack was dead."

"Shall we, before another wronged ex crawls out of the woodwork?" Emily shook her head. "Let's not and say that we did." "Come on, we're already here," Natalie said and followed Colleen. "Sad, isn't it?" Colleen said as they gazed at the casket. "He was always larger than life, deeply in love with beauty and perfection. So to see him like this, at the bottom of a grave stinking of piss and vodka and only two roses to attest to the type of human being he was…God, I hope I don't end up like him when I die. I hope I get at least more than two roses and maybe a collection of vodka and some gin. Just not piss. Please, just not piss."

Zane didn't say a word and just climbed out of the car and took a deep breath. Kiara got out as well and walked around to stand beside him. “Ready?" She questioned and he took another deep breath before nodding. As they walked into the cemetery, Zane's heart was pounding so loud in his chest. He was so nervous. He didn't know if he was ready for this. “We are here" He suddenly heard Kiara say and his heart leaped into his throat when he glanced down at the small grave on the floor. NIKOLAS HART was the name engraved in the tomb stone.

When Harry passed away, Cole was still a beggar. I had someone inform him. He wanted to see Harry one last time. “Harry said you will never meet again, dead, or alive. He felt ashamed before his ancestors. He refused to be buried in the Jackman family cemetery. His ashes will be scattered at sea. You will never pay your respects to the grandfather who raised you.” Cole grabbed a broken brick and struck himself. “I am a monster. I would rather be dead. Give me a quick end. I want to die.”

Buried Wishes. “Nathan, Bianca, I have been meaning to ask you both,” Norman said while walking them out of the driveway. “The plaque here at the base was to honor Neal, but what if—what if we move his grave here? Have you seen the cemetery within the base? It’s a good place for Neal to rest.” Norman hesitated before he mentioned, “I was even considering moving Rochelda’s grave.” Nathaniel sucked in a deep breath. He looked down before glancing over at Bianca. His mother was obviously reluctant.

Jose lay awake staring at the ceiling. He slipped out of bed and checked his phone in the bathroom. One message from an unknown number. A photo of Elias's grave at night, dirt freshly turned. Then another, right behind it. Camille's old number. I did what you were too weak to do. Jose's stomach dropped through the floor. He wanted to throw the phone. He wanted to crawl back into bed and fuck Camille again until his brain went quiet. He wanted to drive to the cemetery right now and dig until he knew for certain.

She gently took his hand in hers. " I won't let anything happen to you, son" She implied. "I need to see the doctor to find out your progress." With a sigh, she jerked up on her feet. " I'll be right back dear." Catherina kissed his forehead, dropping his hand in the process. CEMETERY Natasha got to a tree at the center of the cemetery, she spontaneously can to a halt in front of a grave with the name, Natasha Bentile engraved on it. She gazed down at it with burning rage. A wolfish glare cover her face.