Ronnie Van Zant Last Words Novels & Stories

Whatever Antoine does has nothing to do with me anymore as long as he doesn't return to this place. Antoine looked shocked for a second, and then he burst out laughing. "You really won in the end, Ronan," he said, resigned, and in this moment, he seemed to have accepted defeat. "I am going to leave. And don't worry, you'll never hear from me again. I have finally realised that even if Zira is dying, she will never agree to be with me. She will never fall in love with me. You are the person she loves!" Antoine said.

Really dead this time. After everything. All the planning. All the fighting. All the pain and loss. He was finally gone. "Thank you, doctor," Angela said quietly and respectfully. After he left, nobody spoke. What was there to say? "It's over," Trina whispered finally. "It's really over this time. Truly finished." Nickey stared at the floor. Michael's last words echoed in his mind like a curse. Even if I die, others will come. His phone buzzed. Text from unknown number. His stomach dropped.

Just as we were stepping out, however, Ronan called out one last parting remark. “Noble of you, Rivers,” he said. “Let’s hope it lasts.”

she murmured, the weight of the truth crashing down like a wave. “I’m so sorry,” he said, his body relaxing slightly as sincerity filled his tone. “What was the dream about?” She stared blankly at the wall, lost in the tangled web of memories. “Our last moments together,” she finally replied, her voice barely a whisper. “I was running, and he… he told me to trust him. But I couldn’t save him.” Ronnie tightened his grip, as if trying to shield her from the pain of her memories. “You couldn’t have known,” he assured her softly. “You did what you could.”

A man was speaking into the camera, but the caption underneath told me why Robbie was so upset: "Breaking News: Billionaire Oil Mogul Daniel Saunders Dead at Age 67." "Oh, Robbie, I'm so sorry," I whispered as I turned back to him, his eyes up on the TV. "His last words to me were that he was proud of me. That I didn't disappoint him. He said he loved me." Robbie's voice cracked with emotion. I moved my hand to his, and he held it as though I were his lifeline. His eyes were also up on the television screen, glued to the picture of his father, as he let the words inside of him spill out. I stayed quiet, letting him give voice to the pain.

"For the thousandth time, I've told you that I'm Ronnie Hartman and I'm a tech expert. The late Dre Sinclair was the love of my life. So, tell me, why the hell would I want her dead?" "I don't know. You tell me." Ronnie did not know what to make of the question. He was equally going through a lot of pain because of Dre's death but none of them seemed to be getting that fact. Did they think it was easy for him? He'd gone back to the events of about six hours before the time when Dre supposedly died. He was with her and they had a semi-happy time together. But then, he'd dropped her off at her house and that was the last time he saw her. So, when did he manage to have her killed?

Vanessa answered. "Then the last time she went was her last journey,she died in a plane crash according to report",Vanessa added. "Did you guys get to see the lifeless body?",Roberts asked. "No,they said the body got burnt." Vanessa answered. ********************************* Vanessa and Roberts went to eat at a restaurant. They shared what felt like a blissful moment. They also saw a movie together. It was actually Roberts' last day on earth. Buffon's men had surrounded the restaurant by that time. They were ready to carry out their operation. As soon as Vanessa and Roberts got out front the restaurant,it was the end. A man in masks ran towards them and shot Roberts dead. Two bullets to his

“Why are you telling us now?” Zina swallowed hard. “Because I know… I’m going to die eventually. But if I leave, if I am captured, I could reveal their secrets. So I… I speak now. Before it’s too late.” Antonioni’s eyes narrowed, not entirely convinced. Just enough. Zina sniffed loudly. “Shoot me,” she said, voice trembling. “If you don’t believe me… If she won’t, you do it yourself.” Annabelle’s hand remained on Antonioni’s arm. He lowered his weapon slowly, exhaling with a mixture of relief and horror. The room was silent except for Zina’s broken voice.

Then she looked at the camera that was still warm from the broadcast. She picked it up. Turned it back on. And spoke one last time to the world that was watching. "My name is Zara Wolfe. And I am done negotiating." The second explosion blew the door off its hinges. Masked soldiers poured into the room. Zara stood in front of her children with the camera still rolling. The last thing the world saw before the feed cut was her eyes flashing gold for the first time in her life. Then the screen went black.