Ritchie Valens Plane Crash Novels & Stories

Roman put his elbow on the table, resting his head on his hand. She could see he really wanted to know this wasn’t just him being polite. “They were flying home from Texas where Dad and Mum had business, their… their light plane suffered a malfunction over a mountain range. There was nowhere safe to land. They crashed, it killed them instantly. The black box was never recovered. Leading to uncertainty in what happened in the last moments before the plane crashed.” Roman reached over the table, taking her hand in his. He said nothing. Holding her hand was comforting enough.

“You’re right. Life is full of drama. I hate that. But I love our drama.” –Jiji– *** Angie didn’t care about anyone who blocked her way. She quickened her pace, half-running to reach the place she was heading for. She had to see for herself—just hours ago, she had read online reports that the plane Mike boarded had crashed. The worst part: it exploded midair, which meant identifying anyone on board would be nearly impossible.

He felt that was the only way he could ever be happy. Chase’s eyes narrowed as he devised a plan to get rid of Chris. Everything he had ever planned seemed to fall apart each time. Chris seemed to still thrive despite the dosage Chase had devised against him. Never had he collapsed or got sick. Whatever that would get Chris out of the way, he had to do it in a way that wouldn’t get his hands dirty. Realizing his previous plans failed, he knew he had to now resort to a more deadlier plan. Chris had to let him have his Valerie or he would regret it, alive or dead.

She was everyone’s sunshine, the person that they wanted to protect but failed to do so. Pristine is the youngest daughter of the Valentine Family, she was their beloved. And so their world had gone dark when she suddenly caught an illness at the young age of 22. Lolianne Valentine, Gilbert’s wife brought her daughter abroad to get treated, but on their way there, the airplane they rode was stuck in turbulence and crashed. The two died on the spot. Amongst everyone, the most affected was Stanley since he was the closest to her since he was her twin brother. Not everyone knows this since no one really asked about it anyways.

Behind me, Slava drops a piece of banana and it hits the floor with a tiny, wet sound that somehow feels impossibly loud. "Miss Katona, I've just been contacted by the police. We are the first point of contact if something were to happen with Slava's adoptive parents. I am sorry to inform you that Elena and Leonid Vorobev were involved in a plane crash last night. Their private jet went down over the ocean. Neither of them survived." The phone slips from nerveless fingers. I catch it just before it hits the counter, the motion automatic, muscle memory keeping me upright when my mind has gone completely blank.

My men poured out, already firing, already advancing towards Valerio's men. It was so clean, it took me by surprise. “You had this planned?” I asked in Carlos' direction, and he shook his head. “I'm as grateful as you,” he replied, and I chuckled lightly. Valerio’s backup came soon in tankers, taking aim and firing bombs at the jets. They took one down, and it flew our way wildly. “Move!” I snapped and grabbed Carlos by the arm, yanking him hard out of the open as the copter crashed into where we were.

Her family was alive and unknown to Valeria, she belonged to one of the most influential families of Brazil. ‘I don’t remember much because I was a teen when his father brought me here. But I am certain no one in my family survived in that accident.’ Valeria kept on thinking knowing that maybe Richie was bluffing and shooting an arrow in the darkness. She had no clue whether Richie had something solid or not.

I shook my head and let out a bitter smile. "We used to think the previous version was the closest to perfect. It could take off and fly smoothly with more than five people to heights of more than 300 meters. But unfortunately, the strength of its appearance could not exceed the strength of the gale above the valley. It was destroyed. I nearly paid with my life to get this test result." Elizabeth kept her eyes wide open as she listened to my account. Suddenly she realized something, "Oh, so when I first met you, you crashed because you failed in testing the previous plane?"

Behind them, the facility burns, black smoke rising into the dawn sky. They reach the extraction point—a clearing where the buses wait—just as helicopters appear on the horizon. "Move, move, move!" Elena shouts, directing traffic like a battlefield general. Supernatural fighters pile into buses. The wounded go first, then the exhausted, then finally the fighters still capable of defense. The helicopters close in. Machine gun fire strafes the ground. Master Valentina snarls and launches herself skyward with impossible speed. She hits a helicopter, claws tearing into the pilot. The aircraft spins out of control and crashes.

Then like a switch, his voice dropped softer, “Get the jet ready. We’re going to Toronto.” Dante’s eyes narrowed. “You sure about this?” Val turned toward him, that signature crooked smirk spreading across his face. “Have you forgotten back in Mexico? I got shot in the chest that time. The next morning I walked into a rival stronghold and shot five men in the head before breakfast.” Rocco shook his head, half-grinning. “You’re crazy.” “I’m committed,” Val said. “Now go. Call Jerome and the others. Tell them I’m bringing the prototype files myself.”