Mass Effect Jane Shepard Novels & Stories

she smiles sadly but continues talking. "So a year and half after you left, Jane took over Jones Oils Incorporation as the new CEO. Jayden on the other took over Jones Technology,a company his dad helped him build, although they are two different companies they are merged" she explains and I nod urging her to continue. "After Jane took over she became a different person. She became ruthless and feared in the business world. Men feared her and women wanted to be her because of the power she holds. She dines with dangerous men in the business world. She literally rules them,no one dares to double cross her. She would end you if you do"she says

Jane followed behind us with her car with a measured speed. The last person I actually expected to see while saving Sloan in that basement was Jane. I'd seen my shock on Sloan's face as well. She'd walked inside the basement in her elegant manner and a soft, bruised look on her angelic face as she studied Sloan for a long minute. He watched her too, but his eyes were void of any emotion. He reminded me of Dice. Why were they so brutally unfeeling? Sloan had asked her to leave, and it was what caused her to actually blink. She refused bluntly, as I'd expected and proceeded to ask me how I planned to help Sloan escape.

‘She’s more suited for the role of assistant than I am’ Angela thought as she looked Jane over. Jane was a tall, pleasingly plump young lady of twenty five years, she had green eyes with long gorgeous brown hair that was always shining for some reason, she had an aura that commanded power and respect, anywhere she went, people automatically want to please her, she was bright, smart, cheerful and very friendly with a figure to die for. She had on a pair of blue jeans with a white camisole and red blazers and she looked stunning with her black hair in a tight ponytail and there was a touch of light makeup on her face.

Right now he was more concerned about how skilled Jane was, that was a precise shot to the skull and she didn’t require much focus to pull it off. Melissa was going through stages of shock, this was the first time someone was killed right before her eyes, so Bella and Emily held her for support. Arya on the other hand stood mortified, she couldn’t believe she left her son with such a person. Her feet gave up and she fell but Nicklaus caught her in time. “Remember me?” Jane removed her scarf and the cold wind sent it flying until it landed on the white snow. All eyes rested on her ginger-colored hair, they had no idea who she was but Arya had a hunch!

“Don’t diminish what Jane did, by blaming yourself. She went into that building, to do her job, one she was trained for!” “And she died!” Mya snapped. “She never even turned! She stayed human, why?” Mya shoved the boxing bag and started pounding it again. “Why, the fuck, did she not, turn and kill him?” Mya snapped. Her words filled with pain. “She could have taken him. And who the hell was that woman who stabbed her?”

And in the face of all these things that stand in my way, I will remove them all, just like those enemies that I have torn apart! My wolf compromised, he stopped growling. And I tightened my grip on Jane, letting her watch as the captives were torn apart one by one in front of her. Jane was trembling and her face was as pale as white paper. I was annoyed by her performance. This cowardly woman made me feel confused! Although her body, face, and breath fascinated me, I couldn't help but feel disgusted with her inside. My instinct was to love and care for her because she was my mate, but my reason was to dislike her and stay away from her because she was too fragile a woman.

“She’s hurt. Keila attacked her and left her for dead.” “Did you help her?” “No, Alpha. I couldn’t, not without her seeing me. I’m not disguised as you are.” “I have to go to her.” “You’re hurt–” I cut S off with a growl. “I’m fine. Take me to her.” * * * “Shit,” I hissed. Jane was a bloody mess. There was no colour left in her face; her lips had turned blue and her skin was icy white. Her eyes were closed, the long, dark crescents of her eyelashes resting softly upon her cheekbones.

Jane cried, her arms pinned behind her back in a decidedly painful way “I wasn’t going to…” “Jane!” a new voice screamed, and, still frozen in Connor’s arms, I could only watch as Stefana appeared there, running upstairs to reach her daughter “Jane! What do you think you were doing?!” She grabbed her daughter by the shoulders, shaking her “Do you realize what you were about to do? Do you want to become an assassin?” “No!” Jane sobbed, sounding almost like a child “I swear, Mom, I don’t want to! I wasn’t going to do that! Dad told me to take every opportunity, but I can’t! I can’t do something like that…!”

Maeve raised her leg, breaking Jane’s chest and ribs with her feet. Everyone could hear a loud crunch as Jane breathed her last. Maeve looked around, and she was the only person on the field. She blinked out the tears. She has never killed so many people at once, but she doesn’t regret it. They looked down at her; they thought she wouldn’t be able to fight because her parents are dead, so that makes her weak, but that is in fact her strength.