The Last Of Us Ellie's Last Name Novels & Stories

“Ellie, this is Jess.” Now I knew why her name troubled me. It wasn’t because I thought Ollie had a girlfriend — which really shouldn’t have bothered me at all — but because I’d read that name before. Ellie Swanson was one of the names I’d found in my dad’s email, the same one that made him pack up our life in California and sent us here to Forest Hills. It was the name of the daughter of his ex-girlfriend, one of the three women who died really tragic and mysterious deaths.

“It’s the truth. Ask him, if you don’t believe me.” “I’ll be sure to do that next time I see him.” “Good luck with that,” he muttered. It goaded Liam into speaking. “Didn’t you know? Doctor Field’s here on pack premises, currently under the medical supervision of – ” “No shit! Is your mom here, too, Ellie?” “Don’t you ever listen? It’s Nell. My Luna’s name is Nell. N – e – l – l. Get that through your thick skull before I ram it in.”

Sofia calls her. Ellie gets off her grandfather’s lap and runs over to us. I pick her up and put her on my hip. “As of last month, Ellie’s officially become Elliet Elizaveta Popov.” I announce. “I’ve officially adopted Elliet and I’m officially on paper at least her papa…” I smile. “And to celebrate this moment with all of you we’ve gotten Ellie a little gift…” Sofia says pulling the neckless we had made with Ellie’s new initials.

"But it is interesting hearing about the adventures of Strand and Blade." Ellie smiled at him, not at all surprised that those were the two who had been talking the most. So far, she had made up her mind about four of the Alphas. Ulysses was great, and she was growing fond of River, obviously. Stand and Blade were not for her. She hadn't spent that much time with Clark and Lance, but she was sure that would change before the week was out. "I'm going to go say hello to Luna Layla," Patricia said, referencing Clark's mother. "It was lovely to meet you, Ellie." She patted Ellie's arm with the loving touch of a mother that almost brought tears to Ellie's eyes. It reminded her of her own mom.

she replied. I walked over to Jade, who was chopping some onions. "Hi, I'm Ellie," I introduced myself. She turned to look at me, her gaze lingering on mine for a while. I instinctively touched my face, was there something on it? Why was she staring for so long? A smile slowly formed on her lips. "Nice to meet you. I'm Marley's wife, Jade," she said, turning back to what she was doing. Another strange one spotted. It was a family filled with strange individuals and psychopaths. Marley, who wants to ruin his brother. Diego, my father's killer. Chairman Fernandez, who was after money and Jade seemed a little off too.

"Stay with me, Ellie. You have to fight. Think about Lucas and Tiffany." Ellie's eyes flickered weakly, struggling to focus on River's face. A small whimper escaped her lips and she managed to utter, "Take care of them." Her hand reached out feebly, clinging onto River's with what little strength she had left. "Ellie, my love. Please, don't leave us," River pleaded, tears streaming down his face. "It's too late...please, promise me you'll protect our children," Ellie's voice was barely audible, her breaths becoming shallower with each passing moment.

The girls will not notice him, of that he has made certain, as he has made himself a part of the dark shadows that reside in the corner. Ellie flips on the small light above the sink and turns to Missy saying something he cannot quite catch. Ellie had just turned 20, but despite her advanced age now, she was still just as cute and adorable as always. Ellie was just so sweet, so innocent, and oh so adorably cute and cuddly that she would make even the sweetest of puppy dogs look menacing in comparison. Ellie, named after her grandmother on her father's side, was the product of a mixed marriage. The father was a handsome Caucasian man in his own right, but when standing next to his gorgeous Af

Max replies, “Did I say she was ugly or nothing special? Nothing is striking about her.” “What did you say kissing her was like? She went stiff?” another asks. Max laughs, “She’s not the best kisser.” I look over at them. Everyone’s eyes are on me. I take a hard swallow and look away. Max says, “At least she doesn’t talk a lot.” “What’s her name again?” one asks. “Ellie,” says Max. “What’s Ellie short for? Elliana?” the same guy asks. Max shrugs, “I don’t remember.” Turning towards me, “What was your name again?” he asks.

Laundry hanging from windows. We found his name on the buzzer. 3B. I pressed the button. No answer. I pressed again. A voice crackled through the speaker. "Yeah?" "Samuel? My name is Ellie. I am here to talk to you about your father." Silence. "I do not have a father." "Everyone has a father." "Not me." The speaker went dead. I pressed the button again. Nothing. Liam stepped forward. Pressed it again. Held it down.

His tone stayed flat. “The doctors could not save her. It happened about an hour ago.” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. My chest tightened, and my breath caught. Morgan was gone. The woman who had made instant noodles for me, shared her food, and promised to take me away during the storm was gone. “The police already came.” Daniel pulled a chair over and sat down. “I told them my mother found you stealing company information and trying to use it for money. During the argument, she became emotional, made a mistake, and hit the guardrail.”