Ronnie Van Zant Last Words Novels & Stories

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

They knew Harvey was destined to suffer that day. “Don’t worry. The police won’t do anything to me,” Harvey said. “You’ll suffer before I do.” “Not many things piss me off, but attacking my wife is definitely one of them.” “The people who go against her have no choice but to die.” Harvey announced Ronnie’s death in a calm tone. He dropped the cup in his hand to the ground, shattering it into pieces. Everyone there was stunned to see it. “You talk big…” Ronnie’s grim smirk was still there.

“I’d rather be managing my hot spring resort.” “You called because you want help? Sorry, Yvonne I can barely take care of myself too.” After he said that, silence fell. In the end, Yvonne only said, “I’ve got to go.” Ronnie stared at the phone after she hung up. Then he looked again at the two strong bodyguards standing at the door. It seemed Blake had no plans to ever let his dear sister go. Yvonne stubbed out her cigarette and was about to go back to sleep when she was hugged from behind.

"I was telling her it was over! I was telling her I’d pay for her treatment but I never wanted to see her face again!" "It doesn't matter what you were saying, Nikolai," Rachelle said, her voice deathly quiet. She was looking at the screen, her face as still as marble. "The headline says: 'Santoro’s Final Night: A Love That Won't Die.'" "Rachelle, listen to me—"

Britney's POV Britney was still at Danielle's place, she had already pulled a call through for the Ambulance to come by. She was scared, confused. She had a lot of questions to ask and she needed an answer. What could have happened to Mrs. Haddish? Was she sick? and most importantly how's Danielle? hope she's doing just fine. Before she could ask all the questions she had in mind, she heard a sound of a siren she knew it was the ambulance, she headed outside. A tall man pulled from the car, "You must be Britney, right? I'm Ronald. I headed out as soon as we got your call. Where's the corpse?" He asked. "Right inside and thanks for coming" Britney replied as she directed him to the living ro

‘I will have my way… eventually’ was his last words before he slumped to the ground. There was silence all round and everyone just stared at the two men on the floor. ‘Is he dead?’ Olivia whispered and almost at her response Dante chest rose and fell. ‘He is just unconscious’ Aidan said barely standing straight. Hoshi went to support him ‘Is it finally over?’ Suzy peeped from behind me with her hands covering her ears. ‘It is sweetie, he can’t hurt us anymore’ I hugged her glad this whole thing is finally over.

Ronnie says. “Sure… but I can’t do it now, maybe later…” I say. “Okay, let me know if you have more time!” Ronnie says. “Yeah… I will” I say. Ronnie hangs up the phone… “Oh my God… I’ll die… I’ll die… God, please save me!” I say as I sigh heavily and stare at the ceiling with raised hands. Rosa pounded on my room door “What the fuck! Did you get cancer? Why are you acting like you’ll die tomorrow” Rosa chuckles. “Jeez… I got a huge problem” I get up from the bed and run to Rosa.

"Here is the thing, I want you to dig up a little information for me, Krystie had spoken passing him the printed copy of the photo that she had captured back in her house. Find everything related to this news from seven years ago, and specifically the person who wrote this news, Krystie had spoken with all seriousness without faltering. At a closer glance at the picture, Ronnie realized that it would not be the first time for him to see that van, he had seen it somewhere, only that he was not sure where specifically. "You only got three days, otherwise you can't tell what would happen if this picture were to accidentally leak to the media, am sure it would be a piece of exciting news, more s

She had arrived late and was shocked to see Bella being handcuffed. “She is telling the truth,” Margaret declared. Pulling out her phone, she played the video of Ronald confessing everything. She had recorded it just in case doubt or betrayal arose. And now, as predicted, it silenced the room. Vanessa’s confident smile faltered, replaced with nervousness and fear.

I began and cleared my throat, "last night, I nearly died." "What do you mean?" "Prince Ronald murdered a man and then almost killed me," I revealed.