Ritchie Valens Plane Crash の小説・ストーリー

I am going to die. "We going to die... Did we crash into something?" I whisper out "It’s just turbulence" someone says "The hell it is... When a plane is crashing do you think they would tell us?" I ask "Did you know Orville Wright was the first person to crash a powered aircraft in 1908. He injured himself, a co-inventor and the passenger?" I ask “I did not know that, no…” I hear a man say Too scared to open my eyes I ignore the pull my body has to look at him.

"Shocking news tonight. A private jet belonging to the CEO of Vance Group, Ryder Vance, reported lost contact and exploded over the Atlantic Ocean a few hours ago. International search and rescue teams state that there are no signs of life or survivors found among the wreckage..." CRASH! The glass of water on the nightstand that my mother had just filled fell to the floor, shattering into pieces. "W-what..." My chest felt as if it had been struck by a giant sledgehammer. The three of us stared in sheer horror at the screen, which showed amateur footage from afar; the burning, destroyed wreckage of the plane floating in the middle of the dark ocean. "Dad... am I hearing things?" I whispered,

"Systems failure! My core just dumped! I have no power! Repeat, zero power!" The interceptors dropped like stones, their engines dead. They tumbled toward the ocean, their pilots ejecting in panic. "Valen, stop," I said, putting a hand on his chest. "That's enough." He opened his eyes. They were glowing so bright they illuminated his face. He let out a small burp. "Spicy," he decided. "Vane," I said into the comms, my voice hard. "That was a warning. My son gets cranky when people shoot at us. Now, are you going to escort us to the Citadel, or do I have to eat your entire squadron?"

The world exploded. The blast hit them like a wall of fire and force, lifting them both off their feet and hurling them forward. Valerie felt Rick's arms tighten around her protectively even as they flew through the air, even as the shockwave slammed into them. They hit the ground hard, Rick taking the brunt of the impact as he twisted to shield her body with his own. The wooden chair finally splintered apart on impact, freeing her completely. Then came the debris. Chunks of concrete, twisted metal, burning pieces of wood - all of it raining down on them like deadly hail. Rick threw himself over her, his body becoming her shield as rubble pounded down on his back.

“You’ve been a distraction long enough.” Tears burned in my eyes as the weight of his words settled over me. I was being cast aside, discarded like I meant nothing. And maybe, to them, I didn’t. Reed reentered the cabin, his expression conflicted as he glanced between me and Pedro. “The plane's ready,” he said quietly. “But only for one passenger.” Pedro’s gaze bore into mine, unyielding and final. “Go, Valentina. Leave this world behind before it destroys you.”

Ronald reached out and pushed her, "Valeria! Valeria!" She continued to remain motionless. He helped Valeria up and out of the restaurant with Kyrie before putting her into the car. Kyrie started the car and they drove away from the restaurant. Valeria closed her eyes and continued to pretend to faint. In her heart, she wondered what the hell William was doing. Why was there no news from him at all? Just as she was thinking about it, she heard a crash and the car collided with something. She heard a pained cry in her ear, "F*ck, my new car!" The car tire exploded.

June Littleton: "Thank you, Jayce. I'm June Littleton reporting for Starline News. In a devastating turn of events today, the world has been left in shock following the crash of a private jet owned by the renowned entrepreneur Sinjin Santillan. The aircraft, en route from Los Angeles to Tokyo, went down in the ocean under still-unknown circumstances, sending shockwaves across the globe. June Littleton: "Santillan, widely known for his influential role in various industries, was on board the jet when the incident occurred. Preliminary reports suggest that the aircraft lost contact with air traffic control shortly before the crash. Rescue operations are currently underway, but the challenging

They munched on the gummy bears and chocolate even though it didn't taste as lovely as it would taste when they were on the ground in that air. Valerie had fun and was even recognized by a few people on the plane as the fiancee of the richest man in Central City. His father was the richest but if he was going to inherit the company then that makes him the richest as well. She even took a few selfies on the plane with a few kids and they soon landed at south Korea airport Incheon. They took a cab to the lodge that Tyler had made in advance and dropped all their luggage inside and did a change over into something more comfortable with the weather there.

he said and dragged me again. All my life I have only tried first class plane rides, I never thought that riding first class and riding a private plane had so much difference. I slept like a baby the entire flight and felt so refreshed. The moment we arrived at their house in Ireland, Valerius and some of the men immediately left to save Salvy and Enzo. I did not insist on joining them because I know that our skills are not yet good enough to be useful to them. The four of us agreed to train more after this ordeal so that we can be useful in the future.

The Curse on his arm flared, the red veins turning white hot. Jack screamed. He pushed. He became the bridge between the falling prison and the fleeing bird. With a final, explosive shove, the Valkyrie shot forward. It smashed through the jammed hangar doors, shredding metal like paper. Jack was thrown backward by the recoil, tumbling inside the cargo hold just as the ramp closed. The jet plummeted. "Pull up!" everyone screamed. Finch pulled the stick back. The Valkyrie skimmed the surface of the Pacific Ocean, the wheels dipping into the waves, creating a spray of white foam.