Mass Effect Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

, Her thoughts consumed her previous attention she was giving to the woman that said her name was Sarafina, she was drawn back to reality when the lady coughed "Sorry, I didn't get what you said" Mira turned back to her, she tried pushing her thoughts back down so that she won't start crying again "I said it's a nice name, what's the full name" the lady asked "Miranda" she replied "It's beautiful" the lady complimented her "Thanks" Mira replied, she noticed the lady was honestly nice and she was not faking it, Mira started warming up the the lady already

Moments later, Miranda had taken off her stained clothes and had a fresh bath, thanks to Leah's assistance, she was now dressed in a new morning sunflower dress, with her former dress now in a disposable bag for Leah to thrash on her way out. Miranda sat to brush her hair, but Leah beat her to it, quickly rushing to retrieve the brush to help her, as servants like her were always trained never to watch thir bosses do any work for themselves. Miranda now stared into the mirror as Leah helped to style her hair. "They do?" Miranda asked in response to her complement. "Yes ma'am. They do. All of us do! Especially the lower ranking wolves!" Miranda was a bit surprised, even though she might've se

she grins wickedly, "I've always wanted a combat medic under my wing... Later, Agate Althea opened the door to the passenger's side of the jeep. On the driver's side sat Major General Marcus Miller. She sat inside and closed the door. "Is this thing clean?" she asked her old friend. "Of course. Who do you think I am?" said the general. "I may be in the military but that doesn't make me any less of a mage." "So, how long have you known?" she asked. The other sat in silence. "38 years, Marcus, that's how long we've known each other, and yet..."

"You are just the one I am looking for Mira. The pack guards are looking for you. Meredith smiled. "What do.........?" I was about to ask but she replied instead. "You are under arrest, Mira, for breaking pack law and for murder." I glared at Meredith while Mira held onto my hands, squeezing it.

I began, my voice steady despite the tremors within, "Today, I enact Luna's Law." The room grew silent. The heaviness of history hung over me, with the council collectively poised, waiting for my words. A moment intended to be freeing felt constricted. "This law reestablishes my rights and voice. It emphasizes that leadership transcends gender and tradition." I gazed at the faces of my friends watching me on the screen; their courage was palpable. They supported and inspired me to reclaim my strength.

Nigel noticed this and sighed. "I'm sure she's okay." He assured and I nodded but I couldn't concentrate. My instincts were telling me she was not fine. Nigel threw me a game pad and I picked it up, trying to distract myself. Half way into the game, my phone rang. I threw the pad aside and checked. It was Makaila. I sighed in relief. "Makaila." I said, the eagerness evident in my voice. "Christian, help!" She suddenly screamed. I stood up.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Armin said as he closed the door behind him and locked it. “What are you doing?” Miranda asked, obviously annoyed. Armin seemed confused. “Protecting you.” Miranda held up the pistol in her hand. “I’m fine. Get out there and shut down the computers. I don’t care if you have to blow them up, I don’t want Eve Saunders helping them.” “But – ” “GO.” Armin frowned, but he unlocked the door and started to step out. “And remind the others that I want Connor alive,” Miranda said.

"You organized it alone and sent this girl alone. Told no one." "I wanted to do something useful—" "Then do something useful by answering my question directly." I kept my voice low but left no room for deflection. "Who is Mira? Where did you find her? And what did you give her this afternoon?" Lysandra looked at me. Then at Ken. Her expression was composed and perfectly still in the way of someone who had decided exactly how much they were willing to reveal. "She is a maid I recruited from the village. She's experienced and well-mannered. I thought she would serve Nova well." She adjusted the clasp at her collar.

Not from fear—but fury. Her maid, Lysa, stood discreetly to the side, holding her phone high—already recording. Already live. “Start streaming,” Mira muttered. Lysa gave a small nod and did as told. A red LIVE icon blinked in the corner of the screen, broadcasting Mira’s words across the pack’s social channels, across allied territories, and—most importantly—to Zarek and Selene, wherever they were. Mira raised her chin and cleared her throat. “You all know me,” she began, voice steady. “I’ve stood at Lucien’s side for years. As his Luna. As his partner. As the woman he chose.”