Mass Effect 2 Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

I go closer, lifting the laptop to have a proper look. Beside me, Damon claps a hand over my back. "Congratulations, my man. Your search was not in vain. A bloody miracle did fall in your lap after all." I grip the laptop tighter in a bid to stop my trembling fingers, because staring back at me with the most beautiful pair of green eyes I have ever seen, is Mira Fernandez. My fucking obsession.

Meredith concluded. My face fell in disgust as I confirmed those rumors. Soon the door opens and a blond lady works in. All seem to know as they all greet her, making me guess she was part of the royals. "I see that the day you became Luna had made you lose respect for me, I guess that's what happens when a girl living in the trenches gets a little taste of power," she said, not hiding her disgust. "Sorry, but if anyone is disrespectful, it would be you," I said, standing up a bit. "First of all, trenches," I said, mimicking her tone.

MIRA I remain frozen to the spot as I try to assimilate my situation, my gaze wandering between Mason’s angry stare and Halloway’s burning glare. “I don’t understand. H-how…?” I whisper, my fingers trembling. “What exactly do you not understand, Mira?” Mason cuts in, his tone scathing. “The part where you betrayed me? Where you betrayed my company?” “But I’m not…” “Oh, be quiet!” Halloway seethes. “The video clearly shows you’re the one. Your pointless lies mean nothing.”

He asked, this bastard! I took the second glass again, I made to drink from it, but someone snatched it away from me. I turned backwards, only to see Miranda emptying the glass of drink inside her mouth. She belched after she was done, then she kept the glass back on the table. "Hi I'm Miranda Grande, his personal assistant. I'd appreciate if we leave now, since it's almost midnight, we have duties to carry out tomorrow," Miranda said surprising everyone. By now I was already seeing double. Mr vision was becoming blurry.

"Come downstairs. Let's hear what she's found." The Luna Council was gone, my father was in his office on emergency calls to allied packs, and the drawing room had been converted into a war room. Maps spread across tables, documents stacked in careful piles, laptops open and running searches. Miranda Volkov stood at the center of it all like a general surveying a battlefield. She looked exactly like her reputation suggested—tall and lean with ice-blonde hair pulled into a perfect chignon, wearing a suit that probably cost more than my old car. But it was her eyes that earned her the nickname "The Reaper." They were pale blue and absolutely merciless.

"Miranda has eighty men. Military-grade security. Damien Cross might be dangerous, but he is not a one-man army." "Then help me help him. You said you were tired of Miranda's games—" "I am tired of everyone's games. Richard's. Miranda's. Yours." She pulled out keys. Unlocked my restraints. "But I made a deal. Richard paid me. I honor contracts." I stood shakily. Pain screamed through my wounds. "Where are my clothes? Weapons?" "Gone. Miranda burned them. But—" She opened a medical cabinet. Inside were surgical tools. Scalpels. Bone saws. "Not traditional weapons. But functional."

Miranda shook her head and twirled on one elegant girl, admiring her manicured nails. "Pity," she moaned in a deceptively dulcet tone. "I did so hope we could have settled this like civilized human beings." Miranda's palm darted out in a terrifyingly quick viper attack, faster than Mia or Lila could process. Her manicured nails made a meaty crack as they struck solidly with Lila's cheek, whip-crack sharp and viciously precise.

“Mr. Lawson made his choice.” Mira’s eyes darkened, her voice dripping with venom. “Oh, he made a choice alright. A temporary one. Do you really think a man like Frederick Lawson would ever truly love someone like you? You’re nothing but a replacement, a convenient little pawn to keep him out of a real marriage.” Laughter echoed behind her. “Mira, maybe she’s his maid or something,” one of her friends chimed in mockingly. “She does look the part.” I swallowed hard, holding back the sting in my eyes. “Say whatever you want, but don’t pretend you know what’s between us.”

As Alford's body turned into ashes, Sierra sighed in relief. Mira grabbed the sword and as her powers were burning inside her, her sword turned red. "You tried to take away my fairytale life. You tried to take away my Freddy. You tried to manipulate me. You tried to kill my baby. You don't deserve to live anymore. There is no one here to save you anymore." Mira roared at Marsha and stabbed her heart.

Miranda told her. The woman broke into a radiant smile. “Thank you.” She walked in with light steps, and her eyes lit up as soon as she saw Mike. “General Lloyd, I came to see you.” Mike was clearly surprised. “What are you doing here?” “I took some time off specifically to visit you,” she set down her gifts and gracefully extended a hand toward Miranda. “Hi there, I’m Lena Scott. I used to train under General Lloyd.” Miranda smiled and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Miranda Stone.”