Mass Effect Jane Shepard Novels & Stories

Dorin started to complain. “This is different!” Maj. Gen. Muller hissed again, cutting him off. “Just remember, don’t you two over do it!” he suddenly straightened as someone came behind them. “Now, make me proud.” He slapped the two on the back and went back to the cabin. “Dorin! Johan!” the two mages turned around and saw Mar approaching them with another girl in tow. “This is 2nd lt. Lilith Grayson, we’re from the same company.”

His absence was her window of opportunity, but it was also a risk. Approaching the corner office with glass walls, Jane, Jason's assistant, grabbed her attention. Sitting at her desk, Jane's intense concentration, piercing glare, and frightening presence demonstrated her effectiveness. She had her brown hair tied up in a bun and her glasses highlighted her serious attitude. The cleaner repositioned her hold on the cart handle and cleared her throat with a cough. "Hello, ma'am," she said in a cheerful tone that sounded forced. Jane barely looked up. “Good morning,” she replied briskly, her fingers never pausing on the keyboard.

“You know me. I’m basically impossible to kill.” She let out a weak laugh that sounded more like a broken breath. “Jayden… it’s all so complicated,” she said quietly. I kept holding her. “And I feel so helpless.” That word alone made me frown. Helpless. Jane hated feeling helpless. She finally pulled back slightly so she could look at my face. Her eyes were red now and she quickly wiped her cheeks like she was annoyed at herself for crying. “Why don’t we just wipe their memories?” she suddenly said.

Madame Beatrice met my gaze, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "To the Dutch restaurant," she replied confidently. I felt a wave of concern wash over me, but before I could voice my worries, she reassured me, "Don't worry about my safety. Jane is also an assassin." The revelation caught me off guard. It was a testament to my mother's shrewdness and calculated approach to ensuring her security. She had chosen Jane not only for her administrative abilities but also for her deadly skills, creating a formidable team that would stop at nothing to protect our family's interests.

The leading lady was beautiful, sexy, cold, and even cruel because she was trained by killers. “Phoenix, don’t have any pressure. You don’t need to worry about this. You just need to do your job. Everything will be fine.” Jane comforted me, afraid that I had the idea of retreating. “I know,” I said with a smile.

“No. We were here for you, Aria. You and you alone.” My body shakes with rage and confusion. “I can’t believe this,” I whisper. “You all lied. Every single one of you lied to us. I hate you. I hate all of you.” Jane shrugs like my anger means nothing. “That’s fine,” she says casually. “But we have to move now.” Marcel turns to her, his face cold and unreadable. “Bring it,” he says. I watch in horror as Shiva…Jane, whatever the hell she is…reaches into her pocket. She pulls out a knife. The blade glints in the candlelight, curved and wicked.

Finn says and I smile. “That’s true,” I say as I reach my hand, my fingers gently touching the outline of the mirror. “I saw it when I met her,” I begin, but heat begins to burn in my body again and I gasp, my body glowing white. Memories flash in my head of Selene and the way she died. She was betrayed by her love, and a great attack took place here. He stabbed her though the heart, in a terrible reach for power. I feel her heartbreak and realize that’s why the pack, now named, Silver Thorne Protectors exists.

“Oh, its better than that. I’m about to turn your entire world .” Tristan watched her blankly, as her nimble fingers worked their magic. Jane picked a lime wedge and tore the flesh and the pith off. She pulled a lighter from the stand below before lighting his drink. As the red flames ignited, she smiled, feeling the same sense of pride she felt after making the Red Affair. “Wow...” She grinned at his expressions, “I told you. I’ll change your world.” *** Follow my socials to stay updated! Facebook: The Scripturient (Join “San_2045 squad”, a private group to be the first one to know everything) Instagram: san_2045 ***

If there was any chance at fixing my mate bond or returning to the spirit realm or… well, literally anything else, then I wasn’t going to give up entirely until all chances really were lost. However, on the fourth day, my efforts had to take the back burner. Alexander had informed me that he chose to hire Jane for the advisor position, and she was supposed to show up for a meeting today. Alexander wanted me to be there, as Jane had promised to help us with our campaign in taking back Stormhollow. Jane arrived bright and early, showing up at the door a full fifteen minutes before our appointment. She strode into the house with a smile and a basket of brightly colored oranges with a bow on top

Her head dropped, a single, silent tear escaping her eye. “This is the only way, Sophia. It’s the only way for me to finally matter. It's the only way I can get him to see me as his partner, his equal... His wife. I’ve lived in his shadow for too long. I will not be erased, not anymore,” Jane said With that, she raised her hand up and was about to stab me with the syringe when I suddenly heard footsteps rushing in, my eyes firmly closed out of fear of being stabbed. Ren quickly stuffed a piece of clothing in my mouth to stop me from screaming as I muffled.