Nat King Cole Grave Novels & Stories

"So, you’re the one they call the ‘Gravekeeper huh.’" Cole opened his lighter again, the small flame reflecting in his cold eyes. "And you know why they call me that?" Jason smirked. “Because you clean up messes?” Cole didn’t answer right away. His gaze shifted toward the entrance. The door swung open. The three men who had just stepped out of the van stepped inside. They were built like moving walls, their expressions were stone-cold as they locked onto Jason. Then, Cole finally said. “No. Because I decide who gets buried.

He let his mind drift through old memories. The next day, dressed in nothing but a white dress shirt and black slacks, Cole was finally discovered by the cemetery's security staff. His face had gone dark from the cold, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his lips. Snow drifted down from the sky in thin, scattered flakes. Cole had frozen to death. He'd died at the side of the grave marked, "In loving memory of Isabel Cavendish, my beloved wife."

After everything was done, the entire mansion looked new. Nicholas slowly rose to his feet and said, “Nolan, it has been a few years since we visited your mother’s grave. Why don't you and Maisie accompany me over there today?” Nolan nodded. ‘Okay.” At 1:30 p.m., they drove off to the cemetery. The cemetery was situated at the foot of the hill. It was a very quiet place, and an open field was in front of it. Nicholas brought them to a tombstone. The picture on the tombstone was Natasha's photo before she was dead. She had a beautiful smile, and her face looked gentle. She indeed did not fail her name as the most beautiful woman in the entertainment industry.

The priest cleaned the dead body while three singers sang the farewell song in a strange language, after that was done, Garrett and Drake carried the front handle of the mat Mani’s body was laid on and Nate and Peter carried the ones behind and they carried the body to a room and came out. Emily stood with Lois and both ladies held each so tight, after few minutes of waiting the assigned people carry a coffin out and led the way to the back of the pack house, Emily had no idea there was a grave yard there, a pit was already dug out and they finally laid Nani to rest. She was covered up and everyone present laid a flower on the grave, the head stone was already in place, Stephanie Hannah Hunt

Cole replied. "Do they have graves at least?" Angel said. The man swallowed hard. "Yes… I um… the city had them buried in a mass grave at the town's graveyard in Holloway," the older man answered. "All of them?" Angel asked through gritted teeth. "Um…yeah, it's the city business, we only bought the land," he replied, giving Angel a shifty look. Angel could perceive his uneasiness and knew it was all blatant lies. "We would like to look around to see the state of your vineyard, and the process of your winemaking before we commit ourselves to a partnership," Cole said.

He sat on the grass between the two adjacent tombstones. I let out a deep breath before we followed him. I looked at Stephen, and he suddenly gripped my hand tightly. “Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.” I nodded to him, and he gave me a reassuring smile. “Hello, Uncle Cole!” Nathan greeted warmly before turning to the other gravestone. “Hello, Grandma Belen! How are you? We just came from church. You know, I prayed that you’re happy in heaven.” Tears welled up in my eyes upon hearing those words from my son. Stephen gently squeezed my hand.

Her family was the one involved in the accident and she wanted it to be a private thing between them. Anaya caught a glimpse of the worn out gravestone with the name ‘Ethan Connor’ and she paused in her tracks. Natasha was buried right next to him just the way her parents were buried side by side. A range of emotions hit her as she stood in front of them, pondering over their last moments before they left this world.

Ben asked and everyone nodded. "Nora, you can be my partner on a swing? "Cole asked and looked at him. "Yeah, sure," I said and smiled. Cole is very handsome with jet black hair and heavily built body. Though he has a very bad reputation of women he still seems to be kind. We stood in line till it was our turn of ride. Natasha sat with Elijah, I with Cole and Xavier with Brittany. I was anxious as I was about to take my first ride. I sat on the seat and my anxiety grew.

Trying hard to focus only on Cole, I let the moment pass, eagerly awaiting the moment I could analyze this when I was a safe distance from the King. “We need to leave now, Diana.” He spoke softly to me, in a tone one would presume was gentle and reassuring, but I knew he was not asking, it was a command. I nodded to the team and three of my strongest men emerged to carry Cole home so that we could give him a proper burial. I spent the drive back fighting with myself, fighting back anger, confusion, hate, hiding them all deep within my mourning. Cole’s death was not an accident, and it was not murder either. Something was going on, he knew it.

He could not believe even Kaze’s followers were that strong. “Give me my phone, I have to call for help! I want this bastard to know Riverbank is my turf and he is messing with the wrong people here! “And call Mr. Ettinger from the Viper’s Den! If I don’t rip this motherfucker apart today, I’ll change my name to Lee!” Cole’s mother died when he was young, so as his uncle, Kent took in his nephew out of respect for his late elder sister, and in which he spoiled the boy in the process.