Ronnie Van Zant Last Words Novels & Stories

“Do you even imagine the last words she said before she closed her eyes? ‘I want to see Daddy.’ Even in her last breath, she still remembered you.” He felt those words like nails in his chest. Vince walked beside him, close enough to catch him if he stumbled—because Kingsley looked like someone who hadn’t taken a full breath since Luna collapsed. They reached the isolated parking lot. The van waited near the shadows, engine low and humming. Kingsley stopped, unable to move for a second. His hand went to his face, covering his eyes as if the darkness could hide his trembling.

agreed Chelsea who was looking at Ron trying to mirror his determined and courageous expression . " It was nice working with you , Chelsea. I wish - I just had a chance to talk with -" Ron was in between of narrating his own obituary , when her communis earring shone with a bright blue light and interrupted him . " Somebody is calling you " said Ron embarrassed with a fist against his mouth , Chelsea looked at him trying to figure out with whom he wanted to talk before his death . Who was the one who finally sneaked in Ron's heart past his flirtatious behaviour yet her communicating device was shining brighter and brighter and she knew if she didn't pick it up then it will end up blinding th

“We can’t save him. Move!” The words hit harder than the gunfire. Panic and disbelief twisted in my chest. “No… not him. I can’t…” But it was already too late. Vittorio Moretti’s last breath came out in a broken whisper, his eyes wide with warning. “Someone close. It ISA” Then he was still. Gunfire still cracked through the hall, but all I could hear were those words. Someone close. Close enough to know our time, our place and our people. Close enough to betray us.

“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.

The last time they had spoken, Veronica had told her she was visiting her mom and was going ahead with the parental paternity test. "Hello?" Nora answered hesitantly. "Nora, it's Ronnie," Vivian sobbed, her voice barely audible through her tears. Nora's heart sank as panic surged through her veins. "What's wrong with Veronica, Vivian?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. "She's... she's in a coma," Vivian managed to say, her voice choked with emotion. The world seemed to spin around Nora as she struggled to absorb the devastating news. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. She rushed out of her room and into the bathroom,

She knew then that she had fucked up really bad. “No” Annie shook her head. “And i guess you got what you wanted Annie because i sure as hell can’t leave now” Brushing past her shoulders, Sofia walked out of the doors. And Annie buried her face into her hands. “Fuck.” - “Can i just talk with Oscar?” Ronald said to Cynthia and she was backed in the corner of the room as if she had just heard the worst of news—she had. Because Ronald had explained to her that he didn’t have that much time anymore.

After the doctor began to disconnect him, the whole family was around his bed, after disconnecting him he continued to breathe, Karina spoke to him. -Antonio, my love, don't leave me alone, Antonio, what am I going to do if you leave me alone, my love, Antonio, I love you. At that moment she felt him squeeze her hand and she knew he was leaving, because he let her go, then she began to cry inconsolably, the doctor signaled to the others that he had already passed away.

, Veronica said. "I am already awake", Vivian said. "Let's talk outside then ", Veronica said and they both left the room carefully closing the door behind them. Outside in the hallway, Veronica spoke softly to Vivian. "Vivian, I need to tell you something, and it's... it's a lot to take in." Vivian, who had been rubbing her eyes, looked concerned. "What is it, Ronnie?" Veronica hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "I overheard a conversation at Dad's office today. There's... there's something you need to know."

"Sarra, you shouldn't be alone right now—" "Why not? Everyone keeps saying that like being around people will somehow make this better. It won't. Nothing will make this better." I leaned against the doorframe, suddenly exhausted. "He's dead, Adrian. Ronan is dead. And the last real conversation we had was a fight about you and your stupid apartment key." "That's not your fault—"

Ronnie looked at Joey Yan and the man who was dead in bed. I don't know why he is vaguely happy besides heartache. When the man dies, Joey Yan may come back to him. But he must not say such words at this time. After standing behind Joey Yan for a long time, Ronnie whispered, "Joeyi, don't be sad." Joey Yan didn't seem to hear it. She held Bott Zhangtz's hand and gently rubbed it. With jealousy in his heart, Ronnie sat where the makeup artist had just sat and planned to accompany Joey Yan .