Alien Ellen Ripley Novels & Stories

They nod the she turns back to me before turning back to me. “ Forgive me Mr. Ripley. I came here with the understanding that you didn’t want children so I was keeping this professional. Your question makes me want to change my tactics a bit.” She sighs and takes off her sunglasses. “ My name is Ailee Ripley O’Sullivan. Your daughter and I need your help. I will still compensate you of course.” I stare at her now that I can see her whole face and what stands out is her eyes. They are light gray, almost silver in color. If I had any doubt at all that this woman in front of me was my daughter it just faded. My family has an odd rare trait that makes our eyes that color. She has a lot of featur

"Eliza?!" "What are you talking about?!" Killian asked, Xander exhaled deeply and brought out Lyra phone from his pocket. "Remember the time we found out Eleanor was kidnapped at first?!" He began, Killian nodded slowly as he turned fully to face him. "She talked about getting a CCTV camera, well she actually did!" "She got the cameras placed it at strategic places in the school and the last one in her class, these cameras are all connected to her phone!" "Obviously Eliza here doesn't know about security cameras, that's why she wasn't able to disconnect it even though she had Lyra's phone with her all the while!" He said as he slowly turned to pass Eliza a death glare.

a young man reported to his commander. If they didn't know Claire's status as a commander in this special forces, they would have thought that this woman was an ordinary woman, but her appearance now seemed far from that. "They can't just die from drowning at the bottom of the lake!" Claire hissed fiercely. She still couldn't forget what those astral beings had done to her. She was unconscious when it all happened until the special forces team found her in the kitchen. And then Claire got the news that her best friend, Ellen, had passed away and it was very likely that those bastard creatures had killed her. It was an indisputable fact, there were no other suspects in this case.

“Because I’m not a reflection. I’m the girl who survived you.” “We’ll see,” Lira whispered. “The Neutral Sector is a long flight, Elena. And I don’t need to win the war. I just need to win a few seconds of your vocal cords.” Suddenly, the shuttle’s comms system crackled to life. It wasn't the Committee. It wasn't Silas. It was a broad-frequency broadcast, appearing on every screen in the cabin. [GLOBAL ALERT: JENNIFER R.AKA 'THE ARCHITECT' WANTED FOR DOMESTIC TERRORISM AND DATA THEFT. REWARD: 50 MILLION CREDITS. DEAD OR ALIVE.]

But he was not the witch, and as much as Elijah wanted to help everyone escape Red Ripper, Lily had seemed certain that Eryne was the best way to do that. His girl came first. If he hadn’t lost control of his flames, she might never have ended up here in the first place. But as his search continued and Elijah found nobody matching the description Lily had given him, Elijah’s heart started to wear down. He’d checked every cell, and in his haste he thought he might have missed one, but he didn’t have time to check them all again. With every passing second there became more and more chance that someone had noticed the gaping, burnt hole where Lily and the eleve’s cell door had once been.

TARGET CONFIRMED. THE GIRL KNOWS NOTHING YET. The man typed a reply. Continue monitoring. Do not engage. We need her alive. Elena felt the prickle on her neck— the instinctive warning of someone being watched. She turned. But the figure had already vanished. As Elena opened the car door, her phone buzzed again. Another message. Unknown number. She frowned and opened it. One sentence. You are not Elena Xia. Your real name is Elara. Her breath stopped.

Please don't tell me they intend to make us their mean baby-making machines too, or their last supper. I peer down at myself, and the pretty dress Nova wrapped my body in after I had taken a shower is gone. It's been replaced by two pieces of white material that barely covers my breasts and my lady bits downstairs. My eyes scan the cell and I notice that all the other females laying on the cold hard surface, still knocked out, replicate my flimsy attire. I swallow the vomit that niggles the back of my throat. “You come with me now.” The weird reptile alien orders with his split tongue flickering out of his mouth.

It reminded her that, despite everything, hope still had a pulse. A black SUV pulled up near them, its windows tinted. From inside, a man stepped out, clean-cut, authoritative. His badge flashed as he approached. “Ms. Lane?” he asked. “Special Agent Ripley, Bureau of Human Rights and Biotech Crime.” Sonia straightened. “That’s me.” “We’ve seen the files. What you’ve done here... it’s historic. But I need to ask you something off-record.” Sonia tensed. “What is it?”

It was a good thing that the woman was holding onto her because if not, she would have fallen face-first on the floor. "Yifa ?" Yifa can feel the shivers running down her spine at the voice who called out to her. She knows that voice wherever she goes and she would be lying if she said that she didn't try to escape and go back to Killian . But before she could think about anything else, black spots appeared in her eyes. The last time she remembered was Killian 's worried face while approaching her.