Books About Plane Crash Novels & Stories

Something was wrong. Minutes later, Henry returned. His face had gone pale. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost. I stood up immediately. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice low. Henry didn’t speak right away. He leaned close to my ear and whispered something I never thought I’d hear. “They didn’t make it,” he said slowly. “The plane went down. It crashed… just outside the city. No survivors.” For a second, the room spun. I blinked rapidly.

I’m afraid that if I say it right, then it will become real. ‘In a plane crash.’ My knees give way, and I sink to the couch. My wolf growls softly. I force him down, I can’t let him scare Sophie. My hands tremble as I read again. ‘Maya Hayes, the wife of Lucien Hayes, the famous transport billionaire, is one of the victims of the plane crash that happened thirty minutes ago. Rescue officials are at the site of the crash to assist—’ I don’t read the rest. I look up at Sophie. Her eyes are already swollen from crying. Tears keep falling, one after the other.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Yogie rose from his seat and turned to look at me. "Yes, Grace. Uncle Paul was one of the victims of that plane crash." And at that moment, my world felt like it was crumbling and shattering. As my body fell, darkness began to envelop me. I passed out there. Unable to accept the painful reality, Grace desperately hoped that what had happened was a dream, because if she woke up, everything would be okay. Unfortunately, when Grace awoke, she realized that what she thought was a dream was actually reality.

“Save your energy. We will need it.” Peter came forward and helped Wyatt stand. “We can’t stay here. We need to keep moving so she doesn’t find us.” I said, getting my mental awareness back. There was a hole in the right side of the plane that allowed us to climb out of so we didn’t have to force a door open. One by one, we climb out and I took attendance. Two warriors had died in the crash. Two, too many.

she mutters, discarding the remote to push the heavy comforter off her legs and quickly climbing down the bed. The soft pitter-patter of her footsteps fades as the bathroom door closes behind her. I begin to rummage through my unpacked luggage for a pair of pajamas when my senses hones in on the voice of the reporter. '—Authorities are currently on the scene of a tragic plane crash, with preliminary reports indicating a private aircraft has gone down. Details are still emerging, but what we can confirm at this hour is that there are no survivors from this devastating incident.'

He had been fun to talk with, as well. The news was like a bucket of iced water that was suddenly poured over her warm, comfortable life and she shivered in trepidation. Vivian had a feeling that the plane crash was not an accident so she quickly packed her things and left the house she was living in. It was likely that the plane crash was caused by explosives attached inside or purposefully ruining a machine important to its functions. It was an assassination. She had read so many novels about things like that that she could not just sit still.

I said. She quickly opened the file and found the papers. And then I noticed her shivering hands as she read through the paper. "Jasmine?" I called as I noticed she wasn't saying anything. "He caused the plane crash, the Prime Minister caused the plane crash, my parents and hundreds of other people died in that plane!" She yelled. "I'm sorry." "Your Dad, his name is here, they purchased the deficient airplane together." She said and I nodded. "Yeah, I know" I said and then stopped the car.

Ric's words faded until I blacked out. *** RICARDO'S POV When my mother called in desperation, I had just seen the report on television from the front desk. Staff and patients were in shock. Andrew's plane had crashed shortly after taking off, and the news was not good. They had already found five bodies scattered around the crash site. I closed my eyes, not believing what I was seeing. My mother was desperate saying that Alice had passed out. I ran to reception and requested the ambulance to rescue her. When we arrived at my house, my mother was very nervous, but I asked her to stay with my father and not let him know anything until we had news.

She blearily opened her eyes and stretched her arm to pick up her phone. "Moriah, open the television now, and watch the news, " she heard Cindy's panicked voice. Flustered at her tone, Moriah went to grab the remote control, then switched on the television, only to be greeted by the news that made her feel like the world caved in. "Billionaire Ethan Miller's private jet crashed in Vermont. Police are yet to investigate the cause of the plane crash…" Moriah stared at the television viewing the plane smoke still rising from the plane, where debris scattered all around. Although her heart nearly failed her, she forced herself to listen to the reporter.

I am sure by now that he was already frothing at the mouth with rage. “We can’t leave things to chance. Everyone’s a suspect until cleared,” I told Ben. The authorities already informed us that an engine malfunction was the reason for the crash. The plane had taken off from the airport when the crash happened. “Good thing we invested in pilot training. He mitigated the crash,” Tony said. Gunner Airlines’ pilots were trained best in defensive take off and landing. “Apart from bruises and damage to our plane and passenger property, we don’t have any recorded casualties,” Matthew added.