Uprising Ellie Sanders Novels & Stories

Cassandra’s POV Maybe I’d misheard him. Ellie was in jail awaiting her court date. She was being charged with multiple crimes, including two accounts of attempted murder: messing with Stanley’s medication and shooting Dillon. Plus kidnapping, of course. They weren’t even allowing her bail this time. After the court date, Ellie would be in jail for a very long time. “I’ll give Ellie what I owe her,” Vivienne sighed. What she owes her? Why would Vivienne owe Ellie anything?

I guess she doesn’t see me and doesn’t view Anne as a threat because she just keeps running her trap. “ Things were fine until Ace’s little bitch showed up. Then Merigold had to go and open her fat mouth.” I’m about to step in to shut this skank up when Trixie chimes in. “ Seriously Ellie you need to shut the fuck up before the rest of us suffer any more for your shit. I like my place here and I’m not going to let you fuck this up for me. Do you think you are too good to do some cleaning?” Ellie huffs “ You don’t see a problem with any of this. We aren’t supposed to be cleaning. We are supposed to be taken care of. Maybe if we band together we can get the guys to get that stuck-up bitch to l

"She’s hijacked the local mesh-network. It’s not just on this wall, Julian. It’s on every 'Black Phone' in the city. Every Hunter, every Survivor... they’re all watching you." "The 'Rose Cross' wasn't just a floor plan, Julian," Elara said, stepping toward him as Sienna hesitated, her loyalties wavering as she realized the ship was sinking. "It was an antenna. I designed the ventilation shafts to act as a physical server-relay. I’m not just a 'Candidate' anymore. I’m the Broadcast." Outside, in the streets below, a roar began to rise. It wasn't the sound of a Hunt. It was the sound of an uprising. Forty-three women who had been told they were "nothing" were now watching the man who had stole

“Lily, do you have any wishes for the new year?” Perhaps my expression stood out too much in the middle of all the celebration. Daniel suddenly called my name. “I want a raise,” I said. My voice wasn’t loud, but everyone heard it. The room suddenly fell silent. People slowly turned to look at me. The smile on Daniel’s face disappeared. “What did you say?” He walked down from the stage. He tossed the microphone aside, and it let out a sharp screech. “Say it again.” He stopped in front of me.