Mass Effect Jane Shepard Novels & Stories

How was Jane one of them? “You don't know Jane…” I said quietly. Mira held my gaze. “Jane is one of us.” “No,” I said immediately because I knew that wasn’t true. I had seen her. I had known her. I had watched her. “She’s not.” “She is,” Mira insisted. “We sent her to you.” “Sent?” I repeated. “To spy on you,” she added. Something inside me snapped. “You expect me to believe that?” I asked. “It’s the truth,” she insisted.

I smile watching her skip away. “Aww the little runt found herself some friends,” says a shrill voice to my left. Growls resound from all around, and I turn to face the culprit. “Jealousy looks about as good on you as that makeup, Jane,” I comment brightly. Jane Lahde. A proverbial pain in my ass. She’s like the female version of Ryker. Thinks she’s the Gods’ gift to men and thinks she’s the most special person in this pack. She’s not even good enough to lick my boots. Jane could be beautiful if she wasn’t such a raging bitch plus she’s wearing enough makeup to make a clown blush.

Her scent was surrounded by a thick bitter scent, and the way her blue eyes were filled with a beam of red and black surrounding it, it made it obvious that something was definitely wrong with my Jane. She drew her lips into a snarl and with a greater force, pushed my wolf off hers and quickly started running again. I didn’t bother to run after her. I was in too much shock to even move. ‘Who was that, Alpha?’ Mason’s wolf caught up with me. ‘J-Jane.’ ‘’Jane?!’ he asked, sounding equally perplexed. What the heck was wrong with my Jane? How’d she work with the Ardolfs? What had they done to her?

Agent Vernon asked his question with doubts in his mind. “I know that Agent Cho will turn off that bomb.” Agent Jane felt hope come over her after she said that. “Even though she’s pregnant, and she’s putting her body under tremendous stress, I feel she’s gonna pull through. She’s the only one who can play the game.” Agent Jane smiled while thinking about Agent Cho’s fighting history.

When she looked at Jade again, all that remained in her eyes was anger and disgust. Jane tossed her phone to her men and said, "I'm heading back now. Make sure you keep an eye on this woman for me. We must not let her fall into Mark's hands again." One of her men hesitantly asked, "What if she refuses to eat or take her medication? Then—" "Skipping medication for a few days won't kill her," Jane snapped in frustration. She intentionally raised her voice so that Jade could hear her. "Can a perfectly healthy person like her actually make herself suffer to the point of death?"

‘I was named Queenie Servantes in my first mission, and that, I am a villain of someone else’s love story. It was midnight when she woke up in an unfamiliar room. The transfer was successful. She is now Player Jana, on her way to finish the training mission. Vivien said it will be fine, that the training simulation is nothing to be scared about. It's an introduction to the whole structure of the game. Jana was dressed in a white nightgown that went past her ankles. Hair running loose and uncomfortable on her shoulders, with her eyes blurry as hell. Jana pursed her lips in discomfort.

Zade looked back to see who the voice belonged to. " Follow me." And the voice said again. Taking one last at the wounded man, Zade nodded. He went over to Jane who stood at a corner who spoke and laughed at no one in particular and when she saw Zade approaching her, she fell quiet and her expression changed into a sadistic frown. " Are you...hurt?" The words were pushed out of his mouth. Jane remained silent, her gaze just laid on him as he held her carefully and assisted her to walk. Along the way, she was taken by some female staff.

Raleigh and I spoke in unison. Her eyes shifted to me. Cold. Calculating. Utterly devoid of the fear I expected. "The person I loved and cared for most was her. Amaya Woods. My dearest mother." Her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "To you, I offer her blood." The world tilted. I stumbled backward, my vision swimming, my heart hammering against my ribs. No. No, no, no…. "And as for how to capture her?" Jane picked up her fork again, as casual as if discussing the weathe

“All teams—Bind broadcast confirmed. Helmets sealed. Mau, cut public address—no tones, no music, nothing she can ride.” “On it,” Mau said, killing the speakers. The camp fell to raw noises—boots, breath, the distant restless river. Sara sighed, small and theatrical. “Such stubborn men.” Her eyes went gold. Cross-Currents At the Bushmaster, two soldiers had Jane by the elbows—gentle, practiced. One flinched, blinked hard, steadied. The other winced like at a migraine, then gritted her teeth and held on. “It’s okay,” she told Jane again, breath fogging. “We’ve got you.”

“I have a direct command from Alpha Cillian to return with Zena Penkov. I understand she lives here?” The blonde woman’s eyes widened. Then, a smile of satisfaction crept across her sallow face. For a fate, she was useless at hiding her emotions. She was blatantly thrilled at the idea that Zena might be in trouble. “Come this way, please, I will need to check with our leader. She does not normally see outsiders, for any reason. I’m Jane, by the way,” giving me a wide smile. “Can you tell me the reason Alpha Cillian requests her?”