Mass Effect Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

she asked after a short silence. “Yes, he told me he got off work early because he was feeling well and is with Rowena, but I didn’t tell him I am with you, you two will deal with each other when we get home.” “And by the way, I thought I saw someone I knew in the lobby, Miranda. What the hell was she doing here?” “Oh, you know she is a Luna, right?” “Yeah, I heard that girl just got lucky. She was Kai’s fuck buddy or do we way friends with benefits? Then they confess their feelings and he dies a few weeks later, and then she just gets selected as Ryder’s mate? Wow! Just wow. She must be lucky.”

Miranda told her. The woman broke into a radiant smile. “Thank you.” She walked in with light steps, and her eyes lit up as soon as she saw Mike. “General Lloyd, I came to see you.” Mike was clearly surprised. “What are you doing here?” “I took some time off specifically to visit you,” she set down her gifts and gracefully extended a hand toward Miranda. “Hi there, I’m Lena Scott. I used to train under General Lloyd.” Miranda smiled and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Miranda Stone.”

The morning sun pierced through the blinds of Victor Hale’s office, striping the polished mahogany desk with bands of gold. He was bent over his laptop, tapping out emails as though the gala last night hadn’t set the entire city buzzing. Miranda lounged on the leather sofa by the window, her crimson nails trailing idly across a glossy magazine. Every so often she laughed at some article, a high-pitched sound meant to remind the world—and Liana—that she belonged here now.

"We've been moving for three hours. That's one near-breakdown every forty-five minutes. I'm going to need you to improve that ratio considerably before we cross the border." Mira pressed her lips together. She was sitting across from him — small, dark-haired, twenty-two years old and possessed of a loyalty so fierce it had apparently overridden every instinct toward self-preservation she'd ever had. She'd been Lyra's handmaiden since they were both fourteen. When the plan was laid out to her, she had cried for exactly ten minutes. Then she'd dried her face, straightened her spine, and said *"what do I need to do."*

She cast her glance around, her heart thudding against her chest. "Where am I?" she whispered softly to herself. "You are where it all started." A soft, friendly voice broke the tranquil silence, which Luna spun around and gasped. It was Mira, the woman who had shown them the relic! Time didn't mar her ethereal beauty - a river of moonlight washed through her back in silver hair. But her expression was unreadable, a dangerously fault line between sadness and something darker. "Mira?" Luna's voice sank lower and incisive, pressing with suspicion. "What are you doing here? Why are you—"

Instead, her face slowly morphed into one of anguish, and sadness tears rolling down her cheeks. "Alpha, am I permitted to start from the beginning?" She sobbed, her voice barely audible to me. Seeing as Navier nodded for her to continue, they must be hearing her. One of the disadvantages of having a stealer wolf. Our wolves' abilities and strengths are limited. "Life has been made difficult for me, and my girls from the time, the Mute..." Ellen let out what seemed to be a mocking smirk, to me, and continued. "Mira got assigned to me. Sometimes it's a challenge to get out of bed to come to work knowing the horror that awaited me in the form of Mira. I'm the head cook, but I can't correct Mir

Miranda's point of view By the time I was done talking with Lorenzo on the phone, it was almost dark outside. He just kept reminding me how I should behave myself and shouldn’t bring shame to the pack. “...Miranda is friends with the Luna Queen,” I heard Vincenzo say to someone on the phone as I entered the house. “Who’s that?” I asked him in a whisper. “Your father-in-law,” he replied. “Oh.” I shook my head at how he was referring to his father.

In just a single heartbeat, they snapped upright, moving in perfect synchrony—eyes glowing, heart monitors spiking, A hum filled the air. “Raymond yelled something behind me, but I couldn’t hear him. Couldn’t move. Because Miranda… was glowing too. Her eyes, her fingertips, even the edges of her hair shimmered with the same unnatural light. She blinked, not Once but Twice. Then whispered, “Mama… I feel them all.” Raymond’s POV I shoved past the guards, gun raised, shouting for the team to secure the server room. Victor stood calmly behind the master console, as if everything happening was perfectly expected.

Miranda planted a soft kiss on Flora's forehead before she left the room. Miranda treated Flora as her own child because she was the one who had taken care of her since she was a newborn. Chantal was almost dead while giving birth to Flora, and after that, she went into severe postpartum depression. Because of that, Miranda was the only one who took care of Flora. Originally, Miranda was one of Xander's butlers, and she was the half-sister of Rolando. She was an illegitimate child of the head butler, and no one knew of her existence and real identity except Xander, Rolando, and the Head Butler of the family. Before Miranda made her official debut as one of Xander's butlers, Xander sent her t

Clark raised a hand, cutting her off. “It’s fine, Marissa. You can leave us.”Marissa hesitated, glancing between Angela and Clark. “But sir—”“I said, leave us,” Clark repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.With a reluctant nod, Marissa turned and exited the office, closing the door behind her.