Ritchie Valens Plane Crash Novels & Stories

LIA'S POV "The Bon Aires VIP Charter flight carrying twenty Long Island business elites, including six politicians and a former US Air Marshall has crashed." Life had thrown dust in my face for the one hundredth time and this time, it had taken everything from me. "It is with a broken heart that we commit the souls of these two loving people to the heavens. May their souls rest in perfect peace." The hot summer sun burnt onto my skin as tears rolled down my face. My parents were gone. The news of the crash had sent my mother into immediate shock and that was it.

Most of the passengers began to take up parachutes which were beside them as Richard looked to his side but there was none then he lifted his gaze forward again to his father who understood his signal. "Hold on Richard, I'm coming," His father said as he unlocked his seat belt and just when he was about to move a lightning blast struck the plane tank as a side of the plane blasted open and the airplane fell drastically crashing into a large mountain. ………………… Ten years later The clock strikes ten p.m. when classical music fills a large auditorium with many wealthy couple's dining with their partners, and on one of the chairs sat Richard Robertson, a very prominent and handsome thirty two year

We raced through the side entrance where my contacts were waiting. A bribe here, a flash of a gun there — and we were up the stairs and into the plane within minutes. The engines roared to life. I sat back in the seat, my chest heaving. For the first time in weeks, maybe months, I let out a shaky laugh. Valeria slumped beside me, still in her wedding dress, her hair wild, her cheeks flushed. "We made it," I said, my voice rough. She nodded slowly, like she couldn’t believe it either.

She could meet him directly to sign the contract. … Vicky walked into the appointed spot at the agreed time. Joel was taken aback when he saw her. If his memory served him right, her name was Vicky Redfield, and she was Scarlett's best friend. According to Joachim's investigation, the plane that had crashed had been remotely piloted. Vicky was an expert in that. This meant nothing had happened to Scarlett. All that had crashed was an empty aircraft. And before Scarlett had gone missing, she'd spoken to Vicky twice. Therefore, it was highly likely that Vicky had helped Scarlett go into hiding.

" Oh my God. I feel so horny.” " Wow,” Mike exclaimed. "She really cannot handle her liquor.” Before Valeria could say any more, Ivan carried her in his arms and walked to the car, the world seemed to be spinning around her. “Wow, I'm flying. Can you believe I'm flying?" She screamed, spreading her hands in the air, her eyes shut Mike followed with the camera, making sure to capture from a clear angle. “Stop it, Mike. It's not funny," Ivan shot him a deadly look, buckling Valeria's seatbelt.

Elliott used a free hand and pounded on the plane door in frustration. "Oh my fucking God!" Elliott exclaimed as he watched Sam fall in free motion from the top of the arroyo into the chilling rapids below. **** Mitch banked the plane and rushed back to the small airport while he alerted his deputies of Scruff's location. He also asked to have an ambulance standing by for transport. As soon as the plane landed, both Elliott and Mitch ran to Elliott's truck. Elliott broke every speed limit there was as he raced out of town toward his parents' ranch to get the horses.

They all busted out laughing again and Jared bounced his brows at her, a suggestive grin on his face. Valerie spun to get the hell out of there, humiliation threatening to choke her, but she didn’t make it two feet before running into Scott Younger. He reached out, gripping her arms to keep her from tumbling backwards as her feet slid out from under her briefly. “Whoa. You all right?” He squeezed her arms, pulling her towards him before she could fall over even more.

***** Hours later in Rio Mar, Valentina Alfaro's eyes were glued to the news being reported on TV. "... Puerto Rico continues to search for the missing Silverlaire plane feared to have crashed into the sea. The flight SA073 carrying 172 passengers and 6 crews bound for Orlando, Florida reportedly lost contact at 9:20 pm Saturday..." She broke down at once, the little information she'd heard was enough to knock the breath out of her. She did not doubt that it was the same plane her niece had flown to. It was so hard to breathe and she couldn't stop the tears from flowing; she had tried to call her several times over the past few hours hoping she'd get through. It was unlike her not to at leas

the voice of his pilot could be heard shouting while his air hostess stood panicking and screaming. Through all this commotion the man just sat calmly. He now already knew that someone had tampered with his Private Jet, that someone being his so called best friend and Business partner. But how could he blame his Mafia friend Ricky when he was after all going to inherit all his billions from his death. The plane then started shaking and descending heading for impact. *BOOM* The sound of the crashing airplane could be heard as it crushed upon a mountain and the man found himself blacking out and getting lost in oblivion...

I said firmly, trying to shake the uncomfortable weight that settled over me. Patrick's expression turned grave “Not necessarily..." "What are you saying?" I shoved the paper back at him "You and I both know what I mean" His voice was sharp "The plane crash…" "It was an accident” I interrupted "Everyone died. Thalia was the only survivor, that's the story, end of discussion" He shook his head with an infuriatingly knowing look “Come on, Alex. I'm not a fool, you know damn well that crash wasn't an accident”