Nat King Cole Grave 소설 & 이야기

The mention of that word again from the old man, and the manner in which he said it, so detached, made Cole tighten his fist. "Please, rest, Cole. The funeral will begin in—” he paused to check his time, and continued, “---four hours from now. Aaron here will come to get you—” “I don’t need a babysitter, just tell me where?” Cole snapped. “The meadow field your mother and brothers were buried in.” Jerome supplied. Cole nodded stiffly. “I will be there,” he said. He saw Jerome hesitate for about a minute before nodding. Cole held his hand to his wounded side and walked back to the bed.

I asked again. "That's him. Cole is dead."

I'll get it out of her eventually though. Second, Cole died, along with forty-three of our fighters, plus another sixty-five from the allied packs. Tri-Moon took a huge hit. I feel each and every one of their deaths personally. I can’t shake the feeling that it’s all my fault. They went there for me, and they died trying to get me back. Their deaths are mine to carry. The funerals lasted a week and the whole village was in mourning. Another placard has been fitted to the stone in the memorial garden. But Cole got his own stone. A pure white marble rock, carved into the shape of a howling wolf's head. Dealing with his death has been really hard. Gunner has been shutting me out when I try to b

A couple of minutes later we get to cross roads and before he can take the turn that would lead home, I ask him to turn the other way. “Where to?” he asks. “To Angie.” He nods and makes the turn. “I don’t think I’ll ever truly get you,” Cole says a while later while we make our way through hundreds of headstones. “Why?” I ask, walking very close to him. “How many normal people would visit a cemetery in the middle of the night?” “I sure wouldn’t do it alone,” I whisper. “Stop whispering, it’s creepy.” I poke his side. “Are you scared?”

However, Queena felt warmth bloom in her chest when she spotted Mango's distressed look, "Don't worry, I'll be fine." "All right." When both of them headed downstairs, the earlier awkwardness between them gradually disappeared.? In the meantime, Nathaniel had prepared some flowers for Dennis' grave. He smiled at the two women as they came down and said, "Let's go. I've already prepared everything that we need." "Sounds great!" Then, the three of them left the villa and arrived at the cemetery built for war veterans.? The cemetery usually didn't allow casual visits, but they still managed to get in because of Nathaniel's military connections.?

"He used to be part of the Graywolf pack. After he was exiled, he led a group of wolves and set up camp in the east." "Gray?" Cole repeated, his face twisting. "Gray Norton?" "Do you know him?" Cole didn't answer. Instead, he turned to look at me and asked, "Have you heard of him, Leah?" I searched my memory, then shook my head. "He once killed seven wolves on his own," Cole explained in a low voice. "He's armed to the teeth with silver weapons. It won't be easy dealing with him." The air turned heavy in an instant. "What should we do?" a wolf asked.

"Dead? How… how could she be gone? She just smiled at me… not long ago…" Days later, Cole sat in front of my grave, staring blankly as he reached out to touch the cold headstone. "How could you just leave me like this?" he murmured, haggard. Staring at the photo on the tombstone, he still couldn't bring himself to believe I was truly gone.

Curious, Phoebe looked at Cole and asked, "But didn't you say Mr. Morrison faked his death? Why would he be buried here?" Puzzled, Cole replied, "He did fake his death according to the plan. The news online was all fabricated and will be clarified in a few days. There's no way he would be here." "Let's go and see," Phoebe suggested, taking Mila's hand and leading the way. Cole trailed behind them. As they passed through the backyard lawn and arrived at the opened grave, Cole joined the digging team. He wasn't worried, after all, he had seen Nathan just the day before yesterday in Phoenicia.

They turned their heads toward the path, and my eyes widened when I saw who was coming. It was just that Cole did not turn his head to see who was there, as if he could tell just from the aura they all felt, and he kept his eyes fixed on the ground. "What are you doing here?" he asked softly, his body motionless. "I came to offer my condolences." He paused for a moment. "If that's okay with you." Cole just nodded mutely, and his father bent down to place a pink carnation mixed with pink roses on the grave, making him take a short breath.

Ewan asked rather excitedly. “Yes, sir. Is there some significance to that name?” “When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.”