Novel & Cerita Spell Burial

What should I do now? "What happens now?" He asked no one in particular. "The burial will be tomorrow we don't want to waste any time at all. Arcus himself when he was alive always commented how when he died he does want a big burial, but a little ceremony. That is exactly what we're going to do tomorrow." The same man answered. He continued, "you can go home Aelfric, take the day off. The burial tomorrow will be held the citadel's community cemetery." "Aelfric do as the Squire says. " Mrs Shiba said." Don't think too much about it my boy. It has happened and there is nothing we can do to revise it."

I guess now, Selene could finally understand what it felt like when Lucian left me to stay with her during my final days. How ironic. … My funeral was held at one of the most exclusive funeral homes in Manhattan. I had made it clear to Milo that I didn’t want anything too grand. I didn’t want a crowd of people coming just to pay their respects. I asked for simplicity — just some close friends and family would have been perfect. I followed Milo into my own funeral. White lilies adorned the entrance, and from where I stood, I could see my parents inside, crying in front of my photo. My friends were there too, their faces a mix of grief and disbelief.

" ...... He cried and shouted, pouring out his feelings in a way so raw and emotional that anyone watching would have been moved to tears. But was he an idiot? I was already dead, my body starting to rot, and he thought a few words could bring me back? I was not bothered by it anymore. He treated me like nothing when I was alive, and now, he wanted to act heartbroken at my grave? Whoever wanted him could have him. I was done. He stayed at my grave for half a day before heading back, making arrangements to move my remains to a burial site in Central High. He said he wanted me to be laid to rest in peace there. If I weren’t just a wandering spirit, I would have slapped him. Wasn’t I already re

"She dies in my house, fine. However, she scared Linda and ruined the welcome party I prepared for my mom. This is just bad luck all around." Looking at his righteous expression, I almost laughed out loud. I pointed straight at the white sheet and said, slowly and clearly, "Nash, I'm warning you one last time. Go lift that sheet yourself and see who's really dead." His brows twisted into a tight knot. "Isn't it just your poor excuse of a mother? What's there to see?” "My eyes are meant for important things. I'm not about to ruin them by looking at garbage like that." His younger sister, Shirley Smith, immediately jumped in, her voice sharp and mocking.

"If we kill the servers now, we don't get the money back. We also trigger a unilateral termination clause with the platform." "That violation penalty? Another five million, minimum." Jason's eyes rolled back. He passed out cold.

But it was what Selene experienced, and perhaps that was enough. They buried her in the forest as she'd requested, her body wrapped simply in cloth, placed directly in earth. No coffin, no preservation, just return to soil. The stone marker from Stonehold marked the grave: Selene Thorne, Builder and Unbuilder, 1975-2033. She planted seeds whose flowering she barely witnessed. The Archive held no funeral service Selene had forbidden formal mourning. Instead, they held a gathering where people shared memories, showed how her work had influenced theirs, documented the ripples spreading from her life into unknown futures.

Even though he was surrounded, even though he was the center of attention, that tall, broad back looked so lonely, so desolate, so sorrowful. But if she pitied Xavier Grayson, who would pity her? Who would pity her grandparents, who had to bury their own child? Who would pity her mother, lying cold upon that bed? The funeral was arranged by Seth Rollins and Justin Taylor. Zayn, his wife, Jake Tully, and others did show up, but they didn't help much—Seth and Justin handled everything. Mrs. Bishop was laid to rest at the foot of the mountain behind the Bishop villa, where peach and plum trees grew. Every spring, the hillside burst into a sea of blossoms—beautiful beyond words.

[Zeve’s POV] Everyone in the royal family had gathered in the royal funeral mortuary and everyone waited for aunt Lozbi and her husband. Jade’s body was placed on a white bed carved out of pure white marble on a high platform. Marble bed was surrounded by all kinds of white flowers, especially the white lilies. The whole mortuary was lit up with white light. All of us were dressed in simple pure white dresses. The royal priest was carrying out the funeral ceremony, performing all the purification and holy rituals before burial.

Ashleigh looked at her mother in confusion, "He is too." "What?" "Find him... he'll tell you." "Where?" "Where would you go?" •••A long while later••• Ashleigh walked into the cemetery and went to her father's grave with a few cleaning products in a bucket. "Hi dad," she smiled. "My friends tell me I should really stop doing this but... it's my way of... reminding myself that you're gone and just give myself time to think about things. Even think out loud, without being judged."

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,