Novel & Cerita Mass Effect Shepard Female

"It’s beautiful, isn't it?" I turned, my heart hammering against my ribs. Sitting in a high-backed leather chair in front of the monitors was a woman. She was young—maybe twenty-five—with sharp, intelligent eyes and a headset resting around her neck. She wasn't a monster. She was wearing a simple hoodie and jeans. "Who are you?" I asked, clutching the bloody glass shard. "I’m the Lead Narrative Designer," she said, spinning her chair around. "My name is **Maya**. But in the game, you knew me as the **Librarian**."

I have a hard time reconciling this cold-blooded bitch to the person that has been my best friend for over a decade. “Zell, I told you a long time ago not to trust her. She has always been this person. She just pretended with you.” Sapphire said. “This isn’t personal, Zell. It’s simple since the moon goddess did not give me an alpha, I’m going to take one.”

She can do so many things with just one arm and hand. I feel like if that was me, I wouldn’t be the Alpha that I am. A strand of her red wig falls into her eyes, and my hand comes up, gently moving it to the side. She smiles at me, her body not tensing. I step back and watch her work making the medicine But something has changed…. She is so beautiful…. And I am not supposed to think that. Shit

His hazel eyes were wide, darting toward me in a silent, agonizing plea. "He can’t hear you, Seventeen," the woman said, her voice echoing through the comms-link in my skull. She leaned against my pod, tapping a stylus against the glass. "And even if he could, he doesn't have the motor function to blink, let alone break a reinforced polymer casing designed to withstand deep-space pressure." I stared at the name tag pinned to her crisp, white lapel. DR. LYRA VALE. My own face stared back at me, older by twenty years, lines of cold cynicism etched around her mouth. This was the original. I was just the iteration.

"The Architects don't waste 'Quality Assets.' When a character 'dies' in the Exhibition, their frequency is simply re-assigned to the Security Division." "You are learning quickly, Alpha," a new voice said—a calm, melodic voice that seemed to come from the very air around them. A woman stepped out from behind a pile of designer luggage. She wasn't a Collector, and she wasn't an Architect. She was a human—or at least, she wore a human’s skin. Her hair was a bob of platinum white, and her eyes were a soft, curious hazel that held no clinical malice. She wore a simple, black lab coat with a name tag that read: MAYA - CURATOR'S ASSISTANT.

nothing. A cold pressure wraps around my chest, dark and suffocating. I stop dead in my tracks. “Wait,” I say, raising my hand. “Something’s off.” The warriors freeze instantly, claws ready. Then the air shifts and I see a female presence. She steps out from the shadows, long black robes, pale eyes glowing faintly purple. Her lips curve into a smile that makes my skin crawl. “Hello Leah,” she purrs. “I was wondering when you’d finally show up.”

she said pulling the gown over her head. "Not as mean as a wolf who will want to mate with an unmated she-wolf." "And who is getting mated?" I jumped off the bed when I saw Adrian's mother, female beta Ariana, Luna Iris, and gamma Cameron's mother, Delta Cathy. "You... You came..." I murmured as tears welled up in my eyes, I didn't know how to react to these kind gestures that these females extended to me, I know they owed me nothing, but they chose to be here for me even when my situation might have hurt their son.

She surveyed the only woman on the circle, Alessia, from head to toe and smirked. "Too bad you're dying today. I could've put you to good use," she remarked as her fellows appeared behind her. She was the only other female. For some reason, all of them had glowing skin and glimmering eyes. Alessia frowned. Her? Dying? "What nonsense are you going on about?" "Forgive me, sweetheart. I was given an order." "Ah—" Alessia's nonchalant eyes were painted in shock for the very first time today when a sharp weapon pierced her abdomen.

Only the female cultivator seemed to have sensed something and turned around. After seeing Caspian, she seemed to think for a while and then smiled at Caspian. At this moment, Caspian also saw the face of the female cultivator. She looked like a lady from a noble family in the middle of the mortal world. Her every frown and smile revealed a sense of gentleness. The aura was not like that of a nerd. If one were to describe it with words, the words "Beauty like jade" would fit the temperament of this female cultivator best.

Quincy resembled Andie, but she also possessed her father’s good looks. She was clearly a beautiful woman with a lot of personality. She had an extremely frail expression while unconscious. Her face had utterly lost all color while she occasionally scowled. Even when she was not awake, her entire body was aching in pain. As an expert martial artist, Yasmin’s face instantly darkened. “Neil, this is…” Frantic footsteps were heard before she could finish her sentence. A woman with a beautiful figure and a cold expression stood before the group. That said, she also had an intelligent yet approachable demeanor.