Mass Effect Jane Shepard Novels & Stories

A bitter laugh almost escapes me…funny. I spent years living inside that pack yet never once sat inside one of those cars after her death. “Don’t start thinking too much again,” Jane whispers beside me before nudging my shoulder lightly. “Look over there.” My eyes follow hers immediately. Several guards are already unloading boxes from the vehicles while Risa’s personal maids rush around organizing everything carefully. Jane had to run over too as she's one of them Jay…He looks taller than I remember somehow, dressed in the dark Sherwood guard uniform while helping carry heavy luggage from one of the cars.

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.

“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.

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.

Since earlier Jes was crying non-stop, as if the tears were endless because they always came out. "If you have agreed with the agreement made by God, then take responsibility for it." Jane opened her voice again. Hers words are often cold, spicy and a little creepy but Jane is actually kind. She had been trained from a young age to be a bodyguard, it was natural for Jane to be like that. Unlike Anne, Anne tends to be as gentle as Jes. She also smiled and could not defend himself. Not having the heart to see Jes's sad face, Anne reached out to Jes to help Jes out of the soft bed. "Come on miss, let me help clean up." Jane tenderly offered herself to Jes.

Now I'm genuinely surprised and curious. "Yeah Jane ,she's one of our most strongest warriors in the pack and trust me you don't have to worry about her okay ,"she smiles as she continues eating but my appetite is long gone as I chew through the pancakes . Not only is Jane my tormentor in school but she's one of the strongest warriors in this pack. I understand the hate and now I feel less of myself . Jane has it all and I don't think I can measure up to her. "Don't worry about it ,"Tara waves it off with her hand," she's only a menace besides only Maddox's fated mate can remove him from his .."

she gestures and leads me into Jason's lushly decorated office. Really, how much did he put in this place? I can't help but wonder. I'm sure Mother had a hand in helping him decorate this place. "Thank you Sasha," Jason called out from behind his gigantic mahogany desk that's rid of any clutter save for his desktop computer which is of course the latest model. The image of a clean cut, pristine young businessman. "Sasha? I thought it was Sarah," I say as I take a seat. "I fired Sarah last month," Jason says with a roll of his eyes.