Ritchie Valens Plane Crash Novels & Stories

The private jet flew smoothly through the night sky. I closed my eyes, feeling the gentle vibration of the engines. Billy had arranged everything perfectly. The plane would "crash" over a designated patch of ocean, and I would escape through a secret hatch. By now, the news was already spreading through the pack. "It's horrible! The Luna's plane went down at sea! There's nothing but wreckage!"

an aircraft marshaller yelled at the top of his lungs as a Piletan fighter plane sped down the runway, in a collision course with the Renaldo brothers’ nosediving biplane. Roberto was able to wheel his plane back up just in time to avoid crashing onto the deck of the aircraft carrier. The wingtip of the fighter plane grazed the rudder of the biplane, causing some of the paint to be scraped off. The original Piletan characters on the rudder read, “Zso vikktorim khalkhin weer,” which meant, “To victory we go!” But soon, after the brief scraping, the characters read, “Zso konpilatsion dessatigum khalkhin weer,” meaning, “To utter defeat we go!”

I might be stingy to the girls and some staff because I didn't talk to them properly but I don't care. What Secretary Martin said still puzzles me to this day. It was beyond my understanding. I thought that the plane crash was just an accident… turned out to be a planned one. I cried so hard again that night. I was no longer able to say goodbye to Miguel and go straight home. Clenching my fist, I thought of nothing else but to speed up my trip to the Philippines to be enlightened on everything.

I didn't even breathe. "What?" Valentina whispered, her magazine falling to the floor. "What did they say?" The news anchor, a woman with a serious face, began to speak. "We have developing news regarding the private jet belonging to billionaire Lucas Ashford. The aircraft, which was traveling toward Saint-Valery, disappeared from radar thirty minutes ago during a severe tropical storm. Search and rescue teams have been deployed, but weather conditions are making the effort nearly impossible..." "No," I gasped, standing up so fast I felt dizzy. "No! My son! Lucas!"

Coincidentally, Christopher was the type who'd rather sacrifice his life just to be with her. At that time, Valerie never would've thought that Christopher would've offered his life to another woman in the future. "Christopher Pearce, are you suicidal? How could you accelerate at a time like this?" Jerome's yells snapped Valerie out of her thoughts. The moment she raised her head, she saw Christopher's race car rushing past the finishing line without slowing down. In the end, it crashed into the metallic wall that served as the fence with a loud bang. Christopher's car flipped for a few yards. Frightened, Helena screamed at the top of her lungs.

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.

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 answered quickly. His voice, usually quick and efficient, was slow, hesitant. "Boss… I ran the manifest for Flight AZ671. I—I’m afraid it didn’t make it. It’s bad. The flight crashed shortly after takeoff. The wreckage is in flames. First responders are reporting… no survivors." I loosened my tie; the silk dug into my throat like it was choking me. "Did she… was she on it?" My words barely made it past a whisper. Hope felt absurd, foolish.

Right now I can’t tell if they are after me or her, they just showed up out of nowhere, chasing the both of us. “Mrs. Trent, you need to hear what they are saying on the news, it’s very important, ma’am, it’s about Mr. Trent. You have to see it now.” Miguel, my chief security guy said to me, going to turn on the huge television that is hanging above the fireplace. He kept on clicking on the remote control, going over all the news channels. I watched in horror at the headlines on all the news channels that says, “Famous Billionaire Heir, Nathan Trent, was involved in a plane crash,”

"It's okay, I understand. You did it for my sake. So, how did the dinner date go?" Valerie said, "Actually, Andre had plans of his own. He said we were having dinner in his jet, but we ended up going to Atlanta, where he wanted to sign some documents in a meeting. And I didn't have a choice; I only discovered it while we were in mid-air, so I had to go with him. And when we got there, we were attacked." "What? You were attacked? Are you okay?" Julius asked. "Men with guns came to attack, right? This is what I've been talking about."