Mass Effect Jane Shepard Novels & Stories

“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.

Damon kept looking at her with sad eyes, and Ashley kept looking at her father. "Jane dies when Adira turns 15, so she has no choice but to come back to the south side. No one accepted her on the north side, and someone told her that she belonged on the south side. That's why she came back here when she turned 15. I didn't know about this; I never talked to Jane because of Alexander." "So Alexander kills her when he sees her for the first time?" Michael asks with anger in his voice. "No, that's not the reason."

At the same time, because she was the owner of East Emperor’s soldier on the front lines, Brendan only dared to hit her without actually killing her. Smack! Brendan slapped her again. “You wanna try me?!” “Brendan Hoffman!” Jane’s eyes were crimson. “This is between you and me! What the hell are you playing at?!” Jane was furious and desperate, her eyes having gone completely red. Ever since she met Alora, Jane had been particularly grateful to Alora for all of her help and concern. For some people, perhaps, you could do a hundred things to her, ninety-nine good and one bad, and she would negate the ninety-nine good for the one bad incident.

“I have no one else you can kill.” “Are you sure about that?” The threat hung in the air as Jane stood by, observing them nervously. After a moment, Xenia turned away, prompting Mason to nod at Jane. With quiet resolve, Jane fetched a basin of water and a towel, positioning herself at the foot of the nook. Jane noticed Mason watching her every move or maybe he was watching Xenia. Jane couldn’t be sure so she was careful to remain silent. She dipped the towel into the hot water, her hands trembling slightly. Xenia made no move, so Jane cautiously reached for her hand, dipping it into the water. The sight of blood made Jane recoil, her heart sinking at the gruesome scene. She glanced up at Xen