Nat King Cole Grave Novels & Stories

I felt it in my bones. The shift. The moment a prey steps neatly into its own trap. Nicholas Grant wasn’t who he claimed to be. But I didn’t expect the name that came next. “Nathaniel Cole.” I actually dropped the phone. For a full three seconds, all I could hear was the roaring of blood in my ears. His actual name was Nathaniel Cole. The jewelry empire founder had a much bigger secret than I had expected. And then my contact sent the files. Old photos. Grainy but unmistakable.

We arrived at the place and for the first time since the ride, I could breathe well. Cole's actions were doing numerous things to my body and everything he did came off as sexual to me, especially the way he gripped the gear and pushed it. "Shall we?" He sounded from behind me and walked past me. I followed suit, scanning the evergreen area. New York was beautiful, no doubt and the sun was setting, staining the sky with an orange color. "From Trenton's Inc, Coltran McPherson, and Vanessa Carter," Cole stated to a man who was behind a desk.

Then, to the stele of her second grandfather, and slowly sat down on the grass. Huh! Well, why does he look like the Old Master? Could he be discharged from the hospital? No, he was obviously wearing the hospital suit. Did he... sneak out? However, why did he come here? Half of it was strange, and the other half was worried, so Natalie finally decided to peek for a while. However, after the Old Master sat down, he didn't intend to get up for a long time. What's happening? Second Grandpa's funeral was called a funeral, but in fact, it was just an act of burying his ashes in the cemetery that the Nolan family graveyard had bought a long time ago.

THE GRAVESIDE It was Cole who suggested it. Not directly — that wasn't how Cole did things. He mentioned it quietly one morning over coffee, looking at the window rather than at Rain, in the particular careful way of someone raising something they have been carrying for a while and have finally decided to put down. "I haven't been to her grave in two years," he said. "I keep meaning to go and then—" He stopped. "I don't go." Rain looked at him.

"I hope in the next life, you're free of us. We were a heavy burden to carry." Still silence. Death had wiped the slate clean. All the manipulation, the desire for an heir, the fierce love—it was all gone. No one would call him to check if he’d eaten. No one would nag him about the future of the pack. A moment later, Cole burst back into the hospital, sobbing uncontrollably. "How could she be gone! She was just telling me I needed to find a mate yesterday!" He held up a phone. "I talked to the nanny. She said Grandma was on a call right before she tripped. I brought her device."

he assured her. With such an assurance she loosened up and left with the guard, while Cole left with Sean and Naya. The ride home was filled with tension. “Cole, where is your dad?” Naya asked breaking the silence in the car. “He’s mid-flight to another town to see Doctor Morris he’s the best heart doctor in the country and I believe if he treats Dad he will be fine” Cole responded. “So now that Rania is demanding an autopsy what are you going to do?” Naya panicked.

"My Uncle?" Elijah looks at Nathan and then back at me. "Cole broke his neck. We have him chained up in the cells while waiting for his king to arrive and take him back to his kingdom for execution..." I relax, but then pain radiates out from my abdomen and the darkness overtakes me once more.

Cole barked, yanking me closer to the grave as his men started digging again. They kept at it, going deeper until the pit was practically a crater. But eventually, even they had to admit defeat. "There's... really nothing here," one guy mumbled hesitantly. Without hesitation, Cole raised his leg and kicked him square in the chest, sending him sprawling into the pit. "Nothing? Then rot down there!" Cole roared, his anger boiling over. As his fury subsided, his eyes found me again. I stood my ground, meeting his glare head-on.

"Well, you're out of the loop then. The guy right here is the once-renowned Liam, heir to the Cole family from Drunham City, seven years back!" Jaxton took a brief pause, his face lighting up with a smug grin. "However, here's the kicker. Seven years back, his folks kicked the bucket, and the Cole empire crumbled. We all wrote him off as dead. However, guess what? The guy's still kicking and made his grand return! Though, what's it matter now? He's nothing but a broke nobody without a dime or a legacy to his name!" he said, arching an eyebrow.