Novel & Cerita Nat King Cole Grave

He wanted to be slapped with truth at once, even if it hurts. "I didn't know that he was alive at first not until the burial. He was there." Kole continued. During Kai's funeral, Kole was there hiding in the big tree when a man in all black approached him and tap his back, when he turned to see the person, his soul almost left him... Kai was alive and well.

Part of the burial ground had been overgrown with weeds, and the cobbled path was lined with cracks. Caspian opened the gate and let Elora in first. There are so many graves there. Caspian led Elora to the side of a row of tombs lined neatly with gray tombstones. They continued walking until the row of tombs at the end, headed for a grave plot that looked the newest compared to the others. On its large tombstone was inscribed the name COOPER HAILWOOD, with the year of death two years ago.

She turned her back on him and left without a second glance. She showed up at the grave I picked and laid it all out for me. "Jan, every single person who wronged you has paid for it. You can let go now. And when you get to the other side, try to take it easy this time." Natalie traced her fingers across my photo before getting back on the road. … I had no idea how much time had gone by when Nathan suddenly appeared in front of my grave. He looked exactly like a junkie, with his scraggly beard, hollowed-out eyes, and pale, chalky skin.

"That would be acceptable." With careful movements, Natalie approached the gate where an elderly groundskeeper waited. She handed him the bouquet, along with something small she discreetly removed from her travel bag. "Please place these on Jacob and Elena Silverstone's graves," she requested quietly. The old man nodded sympathetically. "Of course, miss." As the groundskeeper moved away, Natalie quickly typed something on her phone before sliding it into her pocket. She turned back toward the waiting car, her face a mask of resignation.

"Good afternoon, ahm... Where can I see the... tomb of Miss Alesana Marie Benavidez?" "Are you his friend?" I nodded. "Yeah." "Your name?" The guard took the log book and a pen. "Cole. Cole Nicky Alphonse," I answered. "Just sign it, please." I complied and signed the log book with the date. I pray Bennet doesn't research Lesana's visitors. Nicky and I died by accident. After the guard's inspection was over, he told him the exact location of Kelly's grave. Then I walked. The place is not difficult to find. He is also close. I picked the graves one by one until I stopped when I read Kelly's name.

Nathan says with an apologetic face. "It's okay, you couldn't have known he'd say that. Can I ask one thing?" "Of course," Cole replies. "Don't let them come to my funeral. Wether that'll be soon or much later on." "Your funeral will be when you're old and wrinkly, not anytime soon," Nathan says with a forced smile. "You can't promise that," I say but Cole interrupts me. "Yes we can. I'm not letting you die until your hair is grey and you're walking with a stick," he says with a cheeky face.

Since they couldn't get any link to whomever it was that killed Arnold, they allowed Naevia and Zane to bury him. On the day of his burial, Naevia and Zane did the needful. They buried Arnold Cole right in the cemetery, close to Emilia Cole. Naevia wouldn't have allowed it, but she just left it. After all, she believed that her father's soul was rotting in hell and couldn't get any closer to her mother. She and Zane waited for the ceremony to be over, before they left the burial. Guests, who were familiar with Arnold Cole, showed up to his burial.

I was about to open the door when Cole grabbed my hand. "What's going on between you and—" I knocked his hand away before he could finish his sentence and slipped into the car. I looked at Cole and Andy through the rearview mirror. Their figures looked rather lonely as the wind howled around them. Although I only treated Hayden as a friend, I no longer had an obligation to explain our relationship to Cole. That night, the massive billboard in the heart of the city broadcast news of Natalie's death. She had met a rather gruesome fate, being run off a bridge by a truck.

Dylan suppressed his anger, refraining from directly questioning Bradley. Instead, he continued to work by Bradley's side, believing that darkness would eventually pass and light would prevail. Bradley turned and looked at Dylan. "Go buy a plot of land for a grave. It'd be best to select a favorable location to erect a tombstone for Cole." "Mr. Warner, who is Cole?" Dylan asked, feigning ignorance. Bradley's heart ached. "He was your predecessor, my special assistant."

My stomach knotted, uncertainty creeping in, but I stayed silent, stealing glances at Rohan’s focused profile. He stopped the car near a small, overgrown clearing and got out, motioning for me to follow. My legs felt heavy as I stepped onto the uneven ground, the air cooler here, tinged with the scent of earth and decay. Before us was a gravesite, a single headstone standing solemnly among the weeds. My breath hitched as I read the name: Rachel Coleman. Rohan stood beside the grave, his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the headstone.