Novel & Cerita Nat King Cole Grave

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?”

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.

“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.”

Not one of the men who spent decades shaking his hand and calling him a friend bothered to show up and watch him lowered into the ground. I stare at the empty rows of folding chairs set up for a funeral nobody attended. Gerald Cole commanded armies. Men feared his name in rooms he never even entered. And in the end, this is what’s left of him. Three people and a hole in the ground, in a corner of the cemetery reserved for people nobody fights to remember. I don’t know if this is justice. I search myself for the satisfaction I expected and find something closer to hollow. We shouldn’t even be here. But everything belongs to me now, including his corpse, including the right to decide whether h

“Private grounds like this were used when the early structure wanted certain names remembered only by those who already knew them.” “The first Overseer,” I said. We followed the main path deeper into the grounds. The coordinates on Cole’s card were precise enough to bring us to a section near the northern wall where the markers were older and the trees denser. One stone stood slightly apart from the others. It carried no full name, only a single carved symbol that matched the mark I had found under the third step of the civic archive, and beneath it a date worn almost smooth by weather. I knelt. The ground in front of the stone looked undisturbed. No recent digging. No disturbed earth. If th

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.

Celine nods, and stands up again, “I’m going to sit with him, it’s up to you if you want to join, but it’s a child’s grave and you’re very naked.” She smirks, but it fades fast. He nods and shifts back. “Ah yes, fur. Hides a number of sins.” She rolls her shoulders and goes to sit cross-legged next to Nate. George comes and lies down on the other side of the grave, Nate looks at him and smiles softly, “Hey, we came up with a nickname for him. He’s JP now.” Nate is smiling, but still crying. She reaches for his hand and pulls his arm gently,

They were about 6 in number, all seated around a table. "How did it go with the Woods family?" He asked as soon as he sat down "Went well, he cooperated all through the journey, we dropped him off at Eibar," Miguel related. "That's great, you all did a good job," he commended. "What about Cole?" Nathan asked "Cole will be buried tomorrow, what remains of him in the gang would be sent off to his family tomorrow including all the assets he acquired through the gang," he explained. They all nodded slowly.