Uncharted 4 Elena Fisher Novels & Stories

The First Time They Realized They Had Built the Kind of Love People Spend Their Whole Lives Searching For The rain returned softly that evening. Not violent. Not dramatic. Just steady enough to blur the ocean horizon outside the windows. God. Elena Laurent curled beneath a blanket on the living room couch while unpacked books surrounded her in chaotic stacks across the floor. Meanwhile Adrian Laurent attempted to assemble another bookshelf with the concentration of someone defusing explosives. Honestly? Reasonable. “You skipped step four.”

She slammed her palm down on the digital device. "Alex, run!" Elena's voice screamed from the warehouse doors behind me. She hadn't hidden in the pipes. She was running straight down the pier toward me, her arms outstretched just as the lead helicopter exploded into a massive, blinding sheet of blue chemical fire.

Nina, seated in the passenger seat beside the driver, muttered under her breath. “Oh, absolutely not.” The tone alone made Elena’s stomach tighten. The rain fell lightly across the windshield, soft enough to look harmless, but traffic had slowed into restless lines of headlights and impatient movement around them. Eli was still inside finishing an after-school art session, completely unaware that the outside world had just pushed one step closer to his life. Elena’s hand tightened around her phone. “Who is she?” Nina was already opening her door. “Someone who clearly enjoys unemployment.” “Nina.”

I pulled her close, her face inches from mine, and leaned into her ear. "Careful, Elena," I whispered, my voice a lethal caress. "I know about the $40 million you’ve been siphoning into that secret offshore account in the Cayman Islands. I know your father’s declining estate is actually a front for money laundering. Keep your hands to yourself, or I’ll empty that account before you can finish your water. You’ll be back to wearing $5 dresses by sunset. And unlike me, you won’t look good in them." Elena turned gray. She sank back into her chair, her body trembling with a terror she couldn't hide.

“No... this is all wrong. Nathan… you bastard…” Elsewhere – Elena sat in front of her laptop with a serious expression. Several tabs were open, showing the digital traces she had just uncovered. On the screen, the name of a woman was clearly displayed: Melinda Cleo – Creative Director of the ArthaVisi agency. Elena bit her lower lip. “Finally found it…” Elena contacted someone via video call. Soon, the face of a middle-aged woman appeared on the screen. “Mrs. Queen, what’s wrong?”

"Eleanor, I have to. I let him use me to hurt you without thinking about you. I let him pay me to be you, to break your life apart. This is my chance to fix it. If I can get him to say more, to admit everything in front of a camera, we can end him." I want to argue, to pull her away from this nightmare, but the fierce determination in her eyes stops me. She's clearly not the broken girl Vincent tried to make her into, but is now my twin sister, lost and found again, scarred and fighting for redemption. I swallow hard, nodding. "Okay. But we do this together. You're not going in alone." Marcus is busy on his phone the whole time, and he pulls up a map of the fishery on his laptop before we un

He just didn’t want her to notice that he did. Twenty minutes later, they pulled up to an upscale restaurant by the waterfront. Ryan finally pocketed his phone and turned to her. “Remember, stay professional.” Elena saluted. “Aye aye, Captain.” The delegates, two men and a woman, were already seated at a private table. They greeted Ryan with respectful nods, their eyes flicking curiously to Elena. “This is Elena Carter,” Ryan introduced, his tone neutral. “She’s part of the Orion project team.”

Elena stood locked in a trance staring down at the ocean below the cliff from where she stood. "Elena?" I called out, but she could not hear me. "ELENA!" I called out again, but she still did not hear me. Instead, she threw her arms up as an eagle and inched closer to the edge. As tears streamed from her eyes, still she did not make a sound or acknowledge that I was there. "NOOOOO!" I shouted as she plunged into what seems to be a watery grave and I involuntarily followed.

Elena got off from the helicopter and it landed on the determined point on the nearby island. The place located many miles away from the small fisherman village, Susan Montegro and her decided to meet, a place away from the crowd, and Susan chose the place as the first place she launched sailing with her new yacht.

While I am adding a few finishing touches to the room, I get a tug on my mind link with Dante. I open the link to find that Chelsea is frantically reeling in a fish. Judging by her excitement, it has to be the first fish of the day. She keeps reeling it in while the fish fights her. Dante is giving her encouraging words while Caleb looks almost as if he cannot stand the excitement.