Ronnie Van Zant Last Words Novels & Stories

Richard reached for the door handle and stepped out, but Ronnie called him back. "Thanks for your help tonight, Richard. I appreciate it, and I'll make sure Mitch does as well. See you later, and don't forget to come to the office and give a statement." Ronnie waved, backed the car around, and headed back to the jail. **** The sun was climbing over the top of the mountain range by the time Ronnie parked in front of the jail. She stood beside her car, taking in the breathtaking view as well as the fresh air. Spring had sprung, and nearby pots of blooms proved it.

The woman in white looked at me for a long moment, then gave a small nod. Vane studied me for a moment longer, like he was checking whether the apology had been genuine or simply strategic. Whatever he saw must have satisfied him. "Bring her in," he said finally, turning back toward the cave. The next several hours blurred together inside that dim, herb scented chamber. Vane worked over Ronnie's still body with a focus I hadn't expected from someone I had been fighting just days earlier, trying one mixture after another, pressing his palms against various points on her body, murmuring words I couldn't understand.

When they worked together, the two of them frequently talked about Warren, and Samuel could hear that she grew quite attached to his late friend. To Samuel's surprise, instead of tears, Yvonne bursted out laughing. She held her stomach. It was as if she heard the funniest joke ever. "Oh please Samuel. You're too much. Warren is dead!" Yvonne said as she kept on laughing. She didn't know why Samuel would say something like that with a straight face. Obviously he was pulling her leg. "I'm dead serious. Warren lost his live in the explosion that happened a last night at the abandoned building near the Heavenly Sky Diner where the assassination took place."

Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe his life was meant to be left incomplete. As he cuddled the picture of his children, his knees were collapsing. His face had a smile, one that lasted until his funeral. "Nick... Dan... take over this company. I— I can't do it anymore." His last words were never passed on to the only two remaining Johnsons. The picture in his arms was broken down the middle. The crack disoriented Zayn's and Cassandra's faces through the crack. They weren't to particular about discarding the photo frame. No one was alive afterall.

Do you think he died out of pain or anger? I reached into my pocket and pressed the button to pause the recording. When I saw the transfer receipt, I sensed that something was wrong. Even after hearing the truth, I found it hard to accept. My body trembled, and my fists clenched. Dirt wedged into my nails. I struggled to stand, but my body gave way, and I collapsed. Leonard had poured the medicine onto my collar. The last thing I saw before I passed out was Zoe's smug smile.

he called him but he is already here when he called him to tell him where he was. The police take micheal but his grandpa was shot dead!.. Walter's mansion is burnt down with mrs walter's inside a big blow to the city.. News went all round about the incident.. Kristina rush down to the hospital.. She asked the reception his ward number but she was told they are performing operation on him... She keeps walking to and fro.. "Came down bitch! He will be fine ian has always be strong from begining" Ronald said even though he is dieing inside he is his best friend from dippers and he has always be like a brother he never had..

"I just need to close my eyes..." "The medication is kicking in," Nico said from somewhere. "Let him rest." The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Zella's face. Victor Russo was dead. One threat down.

The camera angle was perfect, almost too perfect, catching every motion, every detail. Gasps rippled through the room. One of the elders muttered a prayer under his breath. “No,” I whispered, my chest tightening. The video ended, the image freezing on Cassia’s pale face as she set the cup aside. Ronan slipped the phone back into his pocket. “There’s no doubt,” he said smoothly, his gaze sweeping the room. “There’s no doubt that she poisoned herself. It seemed like she was guilty of something.” A ripple of disbelief surged through the crowd.

Hope. "I love you, Zane..." Ronan murmured against my lips, his breath fading into nothingness as his eyes began to roll back into his head, his body going completely limp in my arms. The weight of him was suddenly too much, his strength finally, utterly spent. "...and I don't care... if you kill me... just... come back to me."

said Beno in an indifferent tone. Ronnie swallowed and lamented her fate of having to end her life’s adventure on the execution table of a foreign professor she didn’t know at all. Then how could he escape from here? To Be Continued—