Madagascar 3 Airplane Crash Novels & Stories

Malachi took us to the airport and we hugged him goodbye. Adara was beyond excited as we stood in the queue and Christian was bouncing up and down at the boarding gate as we waited to board our plane. I could sense their excitement. We would be in Mauritius for three weeks, we had decided that we would come back home for Christmas and spend it together as a family and I had invited James and Shoran as well. We flew to Seattle and on to Frankfurt where we had a long stop over. From there it was almost a twelve-hour flight to Mauritius. After almost two days on planes and in airports we stepped into the brilliant sunlight and set foot on the beautiful island.

Madison exclaimed. "Cheapskate?" Santiago was taken aback. "Who?" "No one." she quickly replied. Santiago was just so tactless. Didn't he know that some things shouldn't be asked? Sebastian nodded. "For once, the college actually has a conscience." … At 3:00 pm, their flight landed at Elgerson Airport. As soon as she stepped off the plane, Madison spread her arms wide and took a deep breath of fresh air. "I'm finally back again!"

I held on to his torso with all the strength I had left. A loud boom rang through the air, and another set of flames filled a section of the plane. “What was that?" I screamed. “I believe that was the engine," Magnus said. As if to concur with his words, the plane's nose tilted downwards and began to head straight for the ground. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” Darius cried in fear. "You'd do anything in your power to save her. Now your friend needs your savings.”

Seven days later, At The Shield Mansion, Third person's POV: The Airline France flight 5329 crashed in Banlieue, all 120 passers and ten flight attendants were dead on board. The primary reason of this accident may be technical error that's what experts said after figuring out the black box. "Oh my Goodness!" As Mrs. Shield watched the headline of the news, the cup of coffee slipped from her fingers and fell on her lap. "Ouch!" She cried as the hot liquid burned her skin.

My name on the screen stung his eyes. Casen froze, his blood running cold. “No way... She can’t be dead!” Casen yelled with bloodshot eyes. The air around Casen was intense. Tyler arrived in a rush. “Don Moretti, we have confirmed that Donna boarded the flight. The boarding record and surveillance picked her up.” Casen shook. Tyler paused, his voice barely a whisper. “The plane crashed off the coast of Sicily. “And… no one made it out alive from the raging blaze.” The statement hit Casen like a ton of bricks.

Rowan didn't even have to think twice when it came to choosing between them. Just after giving the instructions, the phone in his pocket rang. It was Magnus. "Speak," Rowan answered as he walked. Magnus reported, "Hubert has agreed, Mr. Mattel." Rowan's expression was heavy, and his pace grew increasingly hurried. "Got it. Handle Jason." "Understood." Rowan went straight to Velmont Airline headquarters, only to confirm that the news of the plane crash was true. Search and rescue operations were underway in full force, but deep down, everyone knew that a plane crash usually meant fatalities. Chances of survival were close to zero.

After all, how would they manage once the baby was born? Alexander noticed the faint sadness in her expression, taking it all in. He pulled a blanket over her and gently ruffled her hair. His gaze was soft. "Get some rest. It's a long flight." Closing her eyes slowly, Phoebe felt touched by his thoughtfulness, even though she knew he didn't like her child. After a lengthy flight, they finally landed in Madagascar. Outside the airport, a row of black sedans was waiting. Alexander's subordinates, who had been standing by, took his luggage.

Breandon who saw Mutiara crying, he wiped her tears and smiled warmly. “I won't let anything happen to you. I will protect you with my life. You must be safe,” said Breandon sincerely. As Breandon finished his sentence, there was the sound of an airplane exploding. Breandon immediately hugged Mutiara's body tightly. And suddenly there was panic on the plane and within seconds everything went black. The plane was broken apart and fell into the open sea. ****

George came to tell us that we had visitors. He breathed deeply as if gathering a strength within. “I don’t know how to break this news to you, Maverick, but maybe you should sit down first.” “No.” She swallowed hard and blinked back the tears. “Just tell me already, Mr. Braddson.” “The private jet that carried Gaetano and Terzo just crashed in the Pacific Ocean.” I heard a gasp, and it came from Maverick. “What?” I just stared in utter shock. A shiver coursed through me, and I felt like someone just pulled the ground under my feet.

Meanwhile, in the meantime, the former president got on his plane, along with a group of passengers, he was going to arrive in the country of Pindorama that week, but the unthinkable happened. Your plane along with more than 335 passengers who, when crossing the sea towards the country, when there was a breakdown in the plane, they said that there was sabotage in the aircraft, when it lost altitude and crashed into the Platina 220 building, which is at the address: R. Bom Sucesso, 220 - Cidade Mãe do Céu, São Paulo - SP, 03305-000, when the plane hit the building, it destroyed its structure which fell.