Uprising Ellie Sanders Novels & Stories

"Ellie's lawyer will release a statement." Zac calls out as he helps me down the steps towards the car; before we reach the bottom, an older woman calls out to me. "Miss Simms? Ellie, please may I talk to you for a minute." "Sorry, Ellie's lawyer will speak to any reporters." Zac says to the woman; she hands me a card as she says. "I'm not a reporter; I'm from a charity called Linzi's heart. I lost my daughter to domestic violence; she was beaten to death. I just wanted to congratulate you today. There are not many victims that have the courage to do what you have done today, Ellie."

Whispers of an impending cosmic invasion sent shockwaves through the political corridors, forcing senators to reevaluate their allegiances in the face of an imminent threat. Elara, torn between her past affiliations and the joint empire's cause, faced heightened suspense as old comrades sought to lure her back into the shadows. The charismatic leader, recognizing the internal struggle within Elara, extended a hand of understanding. Suspense hung on her decision—a pivotal moment that could either strengthen the joint empire's unity or unravel it from within.

Upon hearing the news that Ellie was going to jump off the building, Judy was shocked and immediately rushed to the rooftop. Sure enough, Ellie, dressed in a white dress, was sitting on the edge of the rooftop, continuously throwing flyers downstairs with one hand, and holding a megaphone in the other, shouting loudly, "Come and see, see the ugly faces of Perona and her daughter at Meike Group. Amelia drove and killed someone, and Perona paid off the victim's family to keep them quiet to exonerate her daughter..."

“You’re so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch!” “You’re from the seventies but I’m a nineties bitch!” “I love it! I don’t care!” She nodded her head as she sang along to —-. Liam grinned before joining in and so was it for the few other songs till they arrived at the yard. “Alright we’re here, come on.” Ellie hopped out of the SUV. They walked in and just as expected, they were stopped. “Ellie Sanders.” She flashed her badge. “NYPD.” “How may I help you?”

Taking her hand in his, Ellie and Richard moved towards the entrance. Each step Ellie took towards the entrance where Edward and Sophia were standing was magnificent. She put on quite a confidence which bothered Sophia and made her wonder why the couple were there and the reason for the emergency meeting Daniel had called for. As she stepped forward with Richard beside her, all Ellie could think of was her revenge, which made her put on a ruthless and wicked look in contrast to the smiling and lovely look she had put on, the day she appeared at the birthday party. The more she saw Sophia and Edward’s faces, the angrier she got and with each step she took towards them, she vowed to make life

Her arm was starting to bruise from what Dex did earlier, but she was good at hiding her hurt physically, and emotionally. Sandra was Ellie’s cousin who; since they kids were believed that, Ellie didn’t deserve to be happy in any aspect of her life.The only people who saw right through her were; their grandfather, Ellie’s mother who was travelling, and her first love Maxwell Jeremiah Blackwell. It came as no surprise that Sandra was the one who hooked her friend up with Maxwell in the final year of High School, causing Ellie to leave town for good and never look back because it hurt too much.

Ellie starts removing her clothes, then lays on the bed, “Do whatever you want to me.” I stand, “You’re being unreasonable.” “Then you can leave.” Ellie snaps. I take a deep breath, “Tell me why you’re upset, because I don’t understand.” “You find Candice despicable, yet you compared me to her. Was me standing up for you that bad?”

"Stop talking nonsense, Lisa! Don't you see how upset Ms. Jones is? Everyone knows she's the top performing salesperson because of her hard work!" "Henry! Am I your wife, or is it Anna?" Lisa snapped, shaking off his hand. She glared at me angrily and continued berating Henry. "You've been working so hard for the past five years, and yet you've never been recognized as an outstanding employee. Meanwhile, she gets promotions and raises! I'll fight for you even if I lose my job!" The surrounding colleagues murmured in agreement, their eyes filled with disdain. "She's right! This isn't fair!"

I muttered to myself, watching every inch of her progress with wide-eyed intensity. Finally, Ellie’s fingers grazed the stem of the flower. She gave a small, triumphant smile, lifting it from the mud as if it were a delicate treasure. Relief washed over her face as she clutched the flower tightly, her eyes bright with hope. “We did it!” she called back to me, her smile lighting up the damp, dark swamp. “This will save Tristian!” I smiled back at her, but the knot of worry in my chest tightened. “Come back to me, Ellie,” I urged, my voice louder than I intended, “Cross over—slowly.”

Soldiers broke ranks instantly, scattering in terror. Ellie slid behind an overturned table and spotted a cracked laptop amid the wreckage. Her chest tightened. Now or never. She pulled the USB stick from her pocket — the one she’d carried for weeks, praying for this chance. With shaking hands, she jammed it into the port. The screen blinked. Data transferred. Footage uploaded. Mall security feeds. Lab documents. Everything. “This will show them,” Ellie whispered. “They’ll see you’re not a monster. You’re—”