Ronnie Van Zant Last Words Novels & Stories

Please ask for Claudia and Rain’s forgiveness on my behalf too. Last but not the least, I ask for your forgiveness for causing you problems during your vacation. In a fit of rage, I killed my wife’s son because he dared destroy your happiness. I may have hated Rain but I will never, ever cause you unhappiness. Farewell my precious little rose, I hope and pray that we will see each other in the afterlife if I am not doomed to hell. Your loving uncle, Ronnie

We had just been let off after a tense exchange, and I was still trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. Ronnie kept driving, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. We had been driving in silence for a few minutes when she finally spoke up. "What was that all about?" she asked, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to feign ignorance. "You know what I mean," Ronnie said firmly. "Jean accusing you of murdering Big Fat Joe all those years ago. What was that about?" I sighed heavily, knowing that there was no way I could avoid the conversation any longer.

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.

He sounded as if he had aged several decades. I was frozen with shock. All of the strength drained out of my body, and my legs folded under me. "Look, officer. There she goes acting again. She’s only pulling this move because she knows she’s not going to get away. Don’t believe her." I lowered my head to the ground and could no longer find the effort to argue with him. There was no point in doing so anyway, now that Robin was deceased. Ronald was still cheerily chatting with his viewers when he received a phone call. He answered the phone call irritably. "What is it? I’m busy! Out with it! Wh- what?! Say that again?!"

I asked him. He stopped in his tracks and shook his head. “Vincent Smith.” I told him. “Remember that.” He nodded his head so much, that I feared it will fall off his head. “Shoo!” I waved him towards the door. When he got to the door and reached for the handle, I called out to him. “Are you sure you did not forget anything?” “No Sir, I di..” Poof! Those were his last words, as my Colt 1911 let off some steam. Oops! Maybe one of the steam bullets touched his forehead mistakenly.

And the man collapsed heavily onto the ground. A dull thud echoed. His eyes remained open, staring at nothing. Yet just before the last breath left him, his trembling finger lifted weakly. He pointed at Mannie. "God… will come… for you…" His voice was barely a whisper. Lost in the chaos. No one heard him. Mannie rushed forward without thinking. Her knees hit the ground hard as she gathered Zane into her arms. "Zane… Zane…" Her voice broke. His body felt warm.

"So you're admitting it?" "You killed Margaret Ashcroft?" "Why did you do it?" The police began moving toward her. But Vanessa raised one hand. "Relax." Strangely— Everyone actually fell silent. Because they knew something far bigger was about to come out of her mouth. Vanessa looked toward Margaret's coffin. Her eyes were cold. "On my last day at that villa, I cried." Her voice carried clearly across the funeral grounds. "I begged Leonard not to leave me." Her gaze shifted to Leonard.

Lennon's last words were like a massive stone being thrown into calm waters. Everyone was stunned when they heard those words and had a look on their faces that looked like they wanted to die. Zamian's face was pale, and veins even appeared on his eyes, "Lennon… Aren't you exaggerating things a little? This guy can unite West Cercie State?

"Ronald, cut the crap, you'll be fine. Reinforcements are on the way. The military doctor will arrive soon." Ronald was shot near his heart. His strength was fading and he knew that he was near death. There was a lot he wanted to say, and he would never get the chance to say it again. Hence, he continued, "Monique, it was an honor to be in the same team with the three of you. If I could go back in time, I would still have made the same decision and become your comrade." Monique wept hysterically. "Ronald, I'm telling you to hang in there. You'll be fine. Do you hear me?"

But he was too weak now. "No please." He begged, his voice breaking into something I could not recognize. "Do you have any last words, Ronald?" Klaus asked, and at that moment, Ronald stared straight at me, making my heart race even faster. "Valerie, my mate..." He gasped in a mouthful of air. "I am sorry." Those were his last words. The men pulled the lever, and Ronald's legs left the ground, and I sharply turned away with a gasp. Klaus pulled me to himself, burying my face in his chest.