Mass Effect Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

"I mean, I know the guy's an egotistical, muscle-bound jackass, but he's still more qualified than-" Miranda's rant was abruptly cut short when she shouldered her way around the curve with the subtle elegance of a speeding goods train. Mia and Lila began to start violently, their faces turning pale as they realized the twin furies were approaching their location. "Well, well," Miranda said with that sweet lilt that made even her most innocent comments appear coated in a carefully veiled threat. "If it isn't the treacherous little coup leaders themselves." Mia bristled instantly, her small frame tensing in an instinctual display of stubborn confidence as she took a protective step in front of

“What is it?” I stepped forward, hesitant but determined. “I know it might sound ridiculous, but… I saw someone. A man. In my mirror this morning. Grey hair, stormy eyes, but not old. He wasn’t just a reflection either—he was there. Staring at me. And then he just disappeared.” Aurora’s expression didn’t change much, but I saw it—just a flicker, a shift in her eyes. She wasn’t surprised. “Mirrors,” she said slowly, “aren’t always what they seem. Especially not to someone… awakening.”

"Greg, she just recovered. Do you think it's wise to send her into something so—" "She'll be fine," Father interrupted coldly. "She's a beta’s daughter, not some fragile thing. She has a responsibility to fulfill. The Alpha's orders are not to be questioned." The words hung heavy in the air. Zayn's team? Of all people... I couldn’t shake the feeling that the goddess was punishing me. For what, I had no idea, but the weight of it was suffocating. I could handle anything—anyone—but Zayn?

He walked towards the private room and found that Mr Maxwell was already waiting for him. He pulled a chair for himself and sat down after greeting his business partner. Mr Maxwell was not alone and was accompanied by a young woman who seemed to be in her early twenties. " Mr Morgan, let me introduce you to my daughter. This is Terresia Maxwell. Terresia,meet Mr Lucas Morgan, the CEO of Morgan group of companies." Mr Maxwell respectfully introduced them to each other. " Hi, you can call me Terry." The young lady replied with a withdrawn voice. Mr Maxwell eyed his daughter and she in turn rolled her eyes at him.

Dread and fear battle for supremacy within my weighted soul. She pauses before me, grabbing my chin between her fingers…hard. "So you are the Mira Fernandez. Mason's new fuck toy." She whispers. Her voice is smooth. Like molasses on glass. "W-who are you?" She laughs. A hard, mirthless laugh. "Oh, sweetheart, I am so many things. Your pretty little brain will never be able to understand." Anger swamps me at the authority in her tone. "Why are you doing this?" I ask, gritting my teeth against the pain that threatens to overwhelm me.

CHAPTER ONE MIRANDA'S POV My heart pounded like a drum as I approached the colossal AD company's building, my hands trembling with fear. The Owner's notorious reputation for being merciless made my blood run cold, and I knew that confronting him would be a test of my bravery. Taking a deep breath, I shut my eyes and uttered a desperate plea, praying for a miracle. But as I stepped into the opulent hallway, my hope began to evaporate. The atmosphere was thick with apprehension, and I could sense a thousand pairs of eyes on me, each one more menacing than the last.

Nobody ever expects anything from me, and that's always where they go wrong. "No matter how much you try to belittle or objectify me, it won't change the fact that I'm a real agent while you're just doing assistant-level work. Go back to your mediocre job of writing about my missions because that's as close as you'll ever get to me." His eyes widen in shock, and his face turns red with anger. Leon's face is frozen in a half-shocked, half-angry expression. "You're a miserable bitch, Miranda," he spits out.

Meredith concluded. My face fell in disgust as I confirmed those rumors. Soon the door opens and a blond lady works in. All seem to know as they all greet her, making me guess she was part of the royals. "I see that the day you became Luna had made you lose respect for me, I guess that's what happens when a girl living in the trenches gets a little taste of power," she said, not hiding her disgust. "Sorry, but if anyone is disrespectful, it would be you," I said, standing up a bit. "First of all, trenches," I said, mimicking her tone.

Daren looked torn between fear and guilt, and I could almost see the battle raging in his eyes…between loyalty to me and whatever secret he had been keeping. “Daren,” I said slowly, my voice low but laced with steel. “You will tell me everything. Now. Before I lose my patience.” He swallowed hard, glancing at the woman as though silently asking for permission. She shook her head slightly, but I caught the gesture. “I asked you a question,” I said sharply, stepping closer until the tip of my sword hovered inches from his chest. “Do not make me ask it again.” “My lord,” he finally said, his voice trembling, “her name is Mira. She…she used to work under Lucian’s command. She was one of his scou

“Because I can help. My knowledge… it can be an advantage. I know things that can prepare us for what’s coming.” “Your judgment awaits you when this war is over,” she warned, her voice low and serious. “I can’t be destroyed, Annalise. My role as a custodian of knowledge makes me immortal.” She let out a laugh, harsh and mocking. “You think immortality is a blessing? There are fates worse than death, Spencer. And as for your historical advantage, you’ve already gotten a replacement.” My heart dropped, realization hitting me like a cold wave. “Are you referring to Adrian?”