Nat King Cole Grave Novels & Stories

Our vehicles moved forward in a quiet procession, following each other closely. It didn’t take long to reach the burial site. Once we arrived, the cars came to a slow stop, and the drivers hurried to open the doors for us. I lifted my dress slightly as I stepped out, careful not to let the hem drag too much on the damp grass. The air was thick with emotion. The place was crowded, filled with people dressed in black, some in suits, some in dresses, all showing their respects. It wasn’t difficult to spot the Cole family. Mrs. Cole was seated, surrounded by who I assumed were her own family and close friends. She held a small tissue delicately, wiping her eyes repeatedly as the grief seemed to

But today had to be one of those mornings. ************* Cole After I hang up with Brad, I went straight to the cemetery. I did that every birthday of mine but I'm not a creep . I only went there to meet Billy. " Cole !" I recognized Billy's warm smile as he opened up his arms for a bear hug "Billy ! " " How are you?" "I've been better, how is she ?" " She's all good" " I'm happy to hear that" " How is she ?" He asked me evenly

Meanwhile, in Lentzville Memorial Cemetery, Archer was dressed in black and was holding a bouquet of white roses. Without any bodyguards, he walked through the cemetery and stopped when he came to Natalie's grave. Natalie's expression on the grave was peaceful and serene, and her gaze was gentle on him. Archer stared at Natalie's gentle smile and squatted down slowly. He put the roses in front of her tombstone and reached out to touch her face in the picture. "Natalie, I'm here to see you."

Grand Old Master Yorks glanced at Cole who was standing on one side and said resentfully, "You’re right, I can’t die yet because Cole hasn’t married.” Cole lifted Dawn up and said, “I may not have a wife, but I have a son, so I’m considered to have continued the family line. Is that not enough for you to die without regrets?” Grand Old Master Yorks sighed. “Dawn’s surname is Severe, not Yorks, so that’s not counted as a continuity of the family line.” Cole’s expression sank. “You won’t feel anything once you die. What difference does it make whether you die with or without regrets?”

Natalie climbed into the front seat, and I got in and set off. It took less that 15 minutes for Natalie to direct me to Cole’s house, and I pulled up outside. It was a nice looking house. Not very big, but well maintained, with a pretty front garden with various flowers starting to show. “I’ll go and knock,” Natalie said, jumping out of the car and knocking on the front door. I walked round and opened up the back door. “Come on Cole,” I said, pulling him up into a sitting position by his arm.

Sonnia exclaimed as she covered her face with her hands to hide her flushed cheeks while reminiscing about the time when Nathan and Kyle were both in her life. Hilda gave Sonnia's words a thought before typing on her phone. "My mother said that Nathan Clemon is a pervert." As Sonnia stared at the text, she felt a flash of anger, but quickly calmed herself and explained, "He isn't a pervert, at least not in the same way as my husband! How can Nathan even be considered a pervert?" The year after Nathan died, a large number of media outlets wanted to discover where his grave was located, they were desperate enough to even want to get a shot of the headstone where he was buried.

Cole readily answered they usually celebrated a simple occasion for her grandpa's birthday. "Good, What is the real name of his wife?" "Which wife?" Cole replied. "How many wives does he have?" The manager was surprised. "Two!" Cole and Rachel both answered simultaneusly. "Well, can you name both?" He urged. His first wife Alyssa Jane Parker. My grandmother and his second wife is..." Cole look at Rachel for help. "Anna Carina Stuart Villaluna Parker, that is her complete name. She is my grandmother." She replied.

Silver- a deadly weapon for their kind, Harhan heaved again, finally falling to the ground. " Rest well, man. My regards to her parents and her husband's parent over there." Cole's voice rang in his ears and he needed no one to tell him who he was referring to. Her, that was Leilani. Her husband's parent, those were Kaden's parent. After series of gasping for air, the old man's eyes shut close. Forever. Cole curled his lips, cocked his head to the side, raised the arm of his shirt till they reached his elbow then lifted the unconscious Leilani off the bed roughly.

“How do you even have my number, Nate?” “Cole gave it to me. A long time ago. He asked me to keep an eye on you, from a distance, in case things ever got dangerous enough that you needed to be warned.” My chest tightened at the sound of his name spoken so casually, like Cole was just someone we both knew, not a man everyone believed was dead. “So he is alive.” “You already knew that. You saw him.” Nate finally looked up and met my eyes fully. “I’m not here to confirm what you already believe. I’m here because it’s time you understood what actually happened four years ago, instead of whatever story the company fed everyone.”

"How could she be dead? I must have hurt her, so she's hiding somewhere. Tell me, where is she?!" A cemetery on the city's outskirts, veiled in fine drizzle. On a brand-new black headstone, Elodie's full name was carved. Dressed in black, Cole bowed deeply before the headstone, his eyes full of bone-deep grief. When Leon reached the cemetery and saw it all, he refused to believe it. Then he lost his mind, charging forward with a roar and slamming Cole to the ground. "Who are you mourning?! Elodie isn't dead! She absolutely cannot be dead!"