Ritchie Valens Plane Crash Novels & Stories

She didn’t have a single dull moment the rest of the night. By the next afternoon, Terrence learned that Travis had been right again. The flight Christine was supposed to take back to Washington had crashed just after takeoff because of equipment failure. There were no survivors. Terrence watched Christine’s face as she tried to understand how close she had come to dying. His heart pounded as the news reporter spoke in a solemn tone. Neither of them had bothered to get dressed. He wore a pair of pajama pants he’d found in the closet, probably Gabe’s and Christine was in pink cotton pajamas. Earlier that morning, Terrence had hiked over to the helicopter to grab her bags.

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.

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

"He just found out about Mom's passing. He might be having a hard time accepting it. Let's give him a bit more time." He looked at Lena. He wanted to say something but stopped himself. Instead, Lena asked, "Have you asked him? Did the plane explode?" This issue concerned the feud between the royal family and the Morris family. It concerned her and Anthony. She needed to find out if Royce was responsible for the plane crash originally. Curtis could not hide the truth from Lena. He looked at her and spoke truthfully, "Daniel said the plane accident happened because the windshield shattered, and the captain was sucked out. Daniel and Dad survived by choosing to jump out of the plane."

the air hostess announced, “we will be landing shortly” I didn’t bother to do that because I didn’t even care at this point even if the plane crashed. Ayita has hurt me so much and it was only going to take the grace of the highest to heal me. Leaving everything behind for her and she hurt me like this, i really wanted my revenge. “Boss, you have to fasten your belt” Valerie’s voice filtered into my ears but I ignored her and just sat there like a log of wood lost in my own world.

“Save your energy. We will need it.” Peter came forward and helped Wyatt stand. “We can’t stay here. We need to keep moving so she doesn’t find us.” I said, getting my mental awareness back. There was a hole in the right side of the plane that allowed us to climb out of so we didn’t have to force a door open. One by one, we climb out and I took attendance. Two warriors had died in the crash. Two, too many.

“ A plane crash “ Martins leaned forward and increased the volume of the television. The anchor gave the details of the news and Martins eyes widened , it was the flight that Carina boarded. “ The crash resulted in the loss of several lives, including that of Freddie Mac, Anthony Lion, Carina Westwood and some few others yet to be identified “ the anchor continued, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "Details of the accident are still emerging, but it is believed that some passengers, Maddie Thompson and Oliver Jackson, survived."

Why choose the very place where he and his first wife lived and was raised to celebrate their grotesque union? Does no one see the cruelty of it all? I lean back in my chair, arms folded tightly across my chest, forcing my breath to steady, as my pulse thunders like war drums in my ears. Then I hear a whisper slither in from behind. Sharp as glass. “I am happy Vivienne has finally put that Valemont curse to bed. Maybe now this place will look like a home instead of a haunted house.” Another voice chimes in. “Did you know even the parents never let anyone near this compound? Rumor was they dabbled in dark things. That’s what caused the plane crash.”

"—has locked weapons systems on our position. All passengers must immediately assume brace positions. Place your head against the seat in front of you, arms under your thighs. Flight attendants prepare for possible impact." The plane lurched suddenly, banking hard to the right. Screams erupted throughout the cabin as oxygen masks dropped from the ceiling. "Damn!" Orion snarled, his eyes flashing with supernatural fury. "Who the hell even this is?!" I stood up to my feet, clutching the headrest of a nearby seat to steady myself. This was madness. Valentin was willing to shoot down a commercial airliner? How dare he got to that extent? There were humans on the plane!