Ritchie Valens Plane Crash Novels & Stories

But just two days later, the maids ran into the house crying out, "Mr. Kingsley, Ms. Valerie has had a car accident!" "What?" Everyone ran out to investigate. At the site of the crash, Valerie hung her head and was blushing all over as she rubbed her ears. Julian was doing the same, albeit guiltily. "Are you okay?" William looked at his grandson and daughter-in-law in concern. They shook their heads. Amelia looked at the shed, which had been crashed into. Then, she looked at them and said, "What happened?" Valerie looked at Julian, averting her gaze. She didn't dare say why she crashed into it.

He could easily do so since Globe Airways was a subsidiary of Remy, and once he confirmed that their plane was deviating from the planned flight route, Stan quickly told Isaac about the situation. Unable to contact their people on the ground, they had to interrogate the pilots. They were refusing to speak even though Isaac and Stan had solid evidence against them, and Stan inadvertently knocked out the co-pilot. The captain was scared for his life then—if Stan hit him too, there would not be anyone to fly the plane, and the ensuing crash would kill him as well. He hence admitted that he was under Hector's payroll, and Hector's intent was obviously revenge. However, whether the captain did it

Victoria sobbed. Adrian’s expression remained cold. “But people were.” Silence followed. Then Richard laughed again. Ava turned toward him. “What is so funny?” Richard’s eyes moved between Ethan and Adrian. “You all still think the plane crash is the most important secret.” A chill ran down Ava’s spine. “What do you mean?” Richard looked at the second key in her hand. “The crash was only the beginning.” Ethan immediately stiffened. Adrian’s smile disappeared. Ava noticed both reactions.

Lucas said. The Elders went quiet. “How did you survive?” Maria asked. “How did you return?” Elaine glanced sideways at Lucas before focusing back on the Elders. “The jet crash-landed in the ocean. The stewardess was killed, Lucas and I were the only ones to survive. “But it hadn’t been an accident. The pilots had sabotaged the plane. They were trying to jump out and save themselves but we caught them in the act. One survived the crash with us and hunted us on that island.”

the pilot yelled. He banked hard. The missile streaked past us. It missed by feet. The turbulence shook the plane violently. "Hold on!" I screamed. We dove into a valley. The trees rushed up to meet us. The pilot pulled up at the last second. He aimed for a strip of gravel road used by logging trucks. We hit the ground hard. The landing gear collapsed. The wing clipped a tree. The jet spun. Metal screeched. Sparks flew. We slammed into an embankment and came to a stop.

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.

After all, the call from the embassy previously had somewhat traumatized him. Shortly after they arrived home, Wenham asked, "How did it go? Have you found out the cause of the plane crash?" Trevor took a sip of tea and said, "Yes, I have." "What is it?" Wenham immediately asked. Darcie was peeling an orange with her head down, looking calm. Trevor swept his gaze across her and sighed, "The windshield shattered after colliding with something, and the control panel was destroyed. It was an accident."

VICTOR I shuffled in my seat, feeling my ass go numb after the third hour of not moving. Dea was on that God damned plane alone with no one to protect her. I tried my utmost best to get onto the same flight as her but to no avail. The very next flight which left after her was the one I knew I had to book. "Stop moving, big man. I'm trying to sleep over here," Saint grumbled, peaking an eye open at me.

Their faces say it all; everything feels like in the movies. [Flight code BD 04 burst into flames and crashed near the mountains of Mexico. Authorities confirmed that the plane was a private vehicle of Rosalinda Badeau, the late Donald Badeau’s wife, a CEO of Badeau Group of Company. Let's hear it more from Joey...] Israel went deaf for a moment after hearing the headline. [According to witnesses, the plane was just about to land on the field and the right wing just turned into flames. The pilot, James Yeager, can't land directly into the ground.]

Calloway says. My blood runs cold, then hot. "Tell me something I don't already know." "We found offshore accounts. Money withdrawn in large amounts just before the crash. Three days before the crash, Valdez made contact with someone on the ground crew." "And you're just telling me this now?" My voice is deadly quiet. "A fucking month later?" Agent Rivera shifts uncomfortably. "We needed to build our case. Valdez disappeared after the crash. We believe he's left the country."