Mass Effect Jane Shepard Novels & Stories

Once we are out, I look at Marcus, and I can tell he is about to give me bad news. "So Jane's body turned up a few meters from the house." He stopped, and I shook my head because this couldn't be true. Maljore had no use of her again, and maybe she knew that we were closing in on connecting them; she had to do away with her. "She is being transported, but she is dead," Marcsu confirmed my suspicion with one word. "And?" I drag out my word because I know that could not be all. "Jane seems to be working with that man you caught during your honeymoon; they are both ex-military."

She added. “Okay, keep your eyes on the ground and take note of every single thing or movement. Make so nothing goes unnoticed” I commanded and she nodded and walked away. I walked to where Jane way laying. She was looking really pale and I could tell she was in great pain. She had taken a bullet for me and that meant a lot to me. She saved my life.

the Alpha says, pointing to a map on the wall. “Do you really think you’re going to do this without me,” I hear, and turn to see the female I know as Jane. Only now she’s in a proper dress, even wearing shoes. She looks very young though I know she’s got many decades of wisdom. Decades of anger and revenge brewing beneath her surface. “Jane, you’ve only just woken up, your body needs time--” Frederick tries to say, reaching for her hand.

She looked like Hermione Granger in the first movie. When Lucy turned and saw Jane, she didn't look away for a good few seconds, and then she blushed. "Today is our big day," Ms. Anderson said. "I know all of you have worked very hard. You have produced some truly outstanding projects." Jane flushed. She felt as if Ms. Anderson were talking directly to her. Though maybe Emily thought she was talking directly to her, too.

She would probably most like to see them celebrate every victory, even the crude and accidental, even in a fashion campaign that is almost absurd full of them. She headed into the elevator as her bodyguard escorted her there… When the elevator arrives in to her floor office, Marisa as usual was already standing in front of her with a cup of warm coffee that she gave to her... but today was a little different because she also showed a tablet screen in front of her, but Jane just glanced at her and quickly walked to her office, she also smiled kindly when people greeted her... as it radiated a different aura than her face today. "Rewind it, I need to see it one more time!" Jane exclaimed when

the harsh, female voice asked in an attempt to pinpoint my location. "I need you to cut my hair," I answered casually. Jane's footsteps hurried to the bathroom, and I watched in the mirror as she entered. Jane wasn't an unattractive soul. She had long dark hair that she kept high on her head and out of the way. Her soft features were hardened by the life that she had lived. Her green eyes showed the spirit she once had. As soon as she made it to the underworld, I decided to take her on as a servant until it was her time to burn. I guess it was a combination of my own loneliness, her unique beauty, and my respect for a woman who killed a ship's entire crew by poison just because the Captain c

"Boss, the van just stopped in front of Grant Manor. We've received a signal from security. They've been under attack for at least an hour. Jane2 is running out of reserves. She's doing her best to improvise, Miss Grant only has about 30 minutes of guaranteed security at this point." When Grant's sister, Jane, had died, we were in the middle of a revolutionary tech project. It was cutting edge AI before anyone was even muttering about it's use. She had been uploading her memories, using her voice and her thougths to create a version of herself to run survelance systems. She had a brilliant tackticale mind and if she hadn't pursued a career in law, she'd have been a brilliant computer engine

“There is someone named Jane who worked with Trinity. She attacked us here. She looked like Mira.” “Jane is an empty vessel who could take any form she wanted. She probably thought if she took Mira’s form, she could cause a ruckus in here without dirtying her hands.” “So you’ve heard that too.” “No, I saw her memories because she’s in my custody for trying to get into a forbidden place.” Stefano grabbed four boxes from the pile and walked to the door. “I’ll get this done. Rest while you can. You’re going to need it. It will be the worst battle in history.”

"Ma'am?" "That's Damien Montrel's wife," Jane said, her tone sharpening. "Visiting our debtor for Montrel business, clearly." "Understood. Should I follow?" "No." Jane's voice was firm. "Don't engage. Mission complete. Return to base." "Yes, ma'am." The operative waited for the line to disconnect. It didn't. Instead, Jane's voice came back-quieter now. Different. "After our last failure..." she said slowly, almost to herself. "The boss will want results. Real results."

the warrior, shaken up in fear. "You may dismiss," I told him. "See you this evening, Beta," he says and rapidly walks away from me. I shook my head and turned around to see Jane approaching a group of young warriors. Her hips swayed smoothly, and she carried herself with the grace of a goddess. When I see her reaching out her hands to shake each male's hand, I let out a grunt. I brush the thought of cutting off those hands and pick up my shirt from the ground. I pull the shirt over my head. My attention returned to Jane after I adjusted my shirt.