Mass Effect Miranda Lawson Novels & Stories

"To quell a rebellion. Rogues are rising in my western borders. Organized and mysteriously, they are not your average mutts. I need to borrow manpower from you. a temporary force to strike fear and restore order." I drummed my fingers against the table. I already know how this would end. "And what do you offer in return?" Luca straightened, a little clap of his hand, and the doors opened. His men dragged a figure behind them. “This is Mirriam. A female omega. And she knows how to satisfy even the most dangerous beast.” I looked up, my irritation already simmering beneath the surface from the earlier interruption. And there she was. A girl, young, maybe seventeen, if not younger. With a starv

“Mr. Lawson made his choice.” Mira’s eyes darkened, her voice dripping with venom. “Oh, he made a choice alright. A temporary one. Do you really think a man like Frederick Lawson would ever truly love someone like you? You’re nothing but a replacement, a convenient little pawn to keep him out of a real marriage.” Laughter echoed behind her. “Mira, maybe she’s his maid or something,” one of her friends chimed in mockingly. “She does look the part.” I swallowed hard, holding back the sting in my eyes. “Say whatever you want, but don’t pretend you know what’s between us.”

I reply. Miranda starts pacing and looks like she is arguing with herself. I can tell she is conflicted and doesn’t want to reveal who she is, but we need to be honest in our relationship. I need to know who she is. Particularly if we are going to spend the rest of our lives together. “I am not at liberty to say what I do,” she starts with me ready to jump in and argue. Miranda holds up her hand, “Wait, I am not at liberty to tell you everything. What I can tell you is I am a warrior. So along with being a witch, I can also fight to protect myself and others. I wasn’t afraid when I went to Lily’s room. I have good instincts and I can fight, but I also have stronger powers than the a

She rode forward. She was thirty-three years old and she was the Luna of Raven Pack and she was a Vessel Prime and a wife and a mother and a practitioner and a daughter who had found her mother and a girl who had survived being called cursed. She was all of these simultaneously, all of equal weight, none of them the version of her at the expense of any of the others. She was Miranda. She was going home. The road was long and warm and she rode it toward everything that was still ahead of her, which was considerable, which was exactly right.

Miranda/Laila’s POV To be frank, I couldn’t understand why this man, Mr. Williams, was so insistent on making my life miserable. Ever since I walked into the Emperor’s Company as Laila, he had been an active conspirator with my stepmother, Hamilton, and her daughter, Mara. They were all set on ensuring I wouldn’t become the CEO. Little did they know, I was not just Laila; I was Miranda, and I was more prepared than any of them could imagine. Every word, every action they took against Laila before her untimely death, would be repaid tenfold. Today wasn’t just about taking control of this company—it was about serving long-overdue justice.

I am no longer Healer M, who has to remain anonymous. I am simply Miranda. The mother of his children. His fated mate. His queen. His Luna.

The Chief — Joan Anderson — a middle aged woman with a keen eye for spotting detail, nodded curtly. "Good morning chief." Miranda greeted with a bright smile. "You look lovely this morning." "Thank you, officer Fontaine." She replied. Miranda winced at that. Officer Fontaine. She loved her last name, but it had also earned her the name "nepo baby." It wasn't her fault that her father was a billionaire, but that didn't mean she didn't work for her current position. "As I'm sure you've heard, we lost contact with Officers Stuart and Kevin last night. We fear that they may be dead "

The chaotic shouting of the operatives died down, replaced by the heavy, rhythmic thud of a single pair of boots walking through the ruined steel frame. A tall woman stepped through the smoke. She wasn't wearing Zunter's tactical armor; she wore a tailored, dark gray coat, her silver hair perfectly pinned back, and a cold, victorious smile stretching across her face. Miranda. She looked at the three of us—bleeding, burned, and exhausted—and then her eyes drifted to the door behind us. "Well, boys," Miranda said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness that made my stomach turn. "The Council vote is finalized. You're officially no longer recognized as Alphas, and your rogue omega is lega

"You have to. Someone needs to survive to tell people what happened here. What my father's sacrifice meant. What love cost us." "Miranda—" "Go! Before I lose control completely and destroy everyone!" Reality fractured around us like broken glass. Miranda stood at the center of the chaos, her power pouring out in waves that rewrote natural law. Gravity inverted. Time stuttered. Matter itself became questionable as her abilities pushed past any training or control Prospero had taught her. "She's going to tear apart reality," my father breathed, actual fear replacing his usual calculated composure. "Everyone evacuate! Now!" But evacuation was impossible when space itself was folding wrong. Exit

She’d woken up to sunlight instead of dread, made Elvin breakfast without rushing, and even hummed while braiding her hair. It was a good morning. The kind that made her believe, just for a second, that things could get better. The lobby stretched wide and polished before her, all glass and steel and cold elegance. Her reflection caught in the mirrored walls as she hurried toward the elevator bank. Dark hair pulled back tight. Modest black blouse tucked into gray slacks. She looked professional. Put together. Like someone who had her life under control. She didn’t. Maura, the receptionist, didn’t even look up from her computer as Mireya rushed past. The digital clock above the front desk bli