Mass Effect Shepard Female Novels & Stories

She had fair skin, slender body structure, sported wavy shoulder length brown hair and had smile that could almost make her forget the insanely horrible situation that she currently tied up in. "What's your name?" "I am Amelia-X2, or least that’s my official device code name for science purposes. I have been programmed to be your personal assistant during your tenure with the Syndicate. I am your exclusive liaison and more or less of guide for the organization just for you. I am programmed to primarily function as a remote field assistant, other models like me get programmed and placed within other industries such as entertainment, sports, and even within the armed forces. Though Federation

Amadeus suddenly voiced and took one of the pictures amongst the pile and placed it in the middle of the table. “Ahh yes, I remember her, although she did not leave an impression with her looks, but she had good proportions and had really nice emotions as if she experienced those pain herself.” “What was her name again?” “Nyx?” “Ahh yes, Shiro Nyx, that's what she said. She looked a lot like Japanese or a mix of Korean?” “She is pretty, but we could work something out with her style,” “She reminded me of a woman from the ’50s, although it suits her, Arah, the protagonist, is a whole new different style.”

"I was not alive, but I am now Keeper of the Past, and this knowledge has filled my brain for more than ten years." She must be older than she looks. "Keeper of the Past?" Her gentle smile returns. "Keeper of our journals." "The texts?" "Yes, ours are the female rendition of the texts," she acknowledges. Her answer prompts my next question. "How many female Shadow Warriors are there?" Her smile gentles even more. "We know your secrets, but we will not help with the war. We are pacifists and will have no part in what is happening." She's crazy. "Then you'll die," I say simply.

O: Mate is pure she saved herself for us. J: Holy shit she is a virgin! Now I want to rip that dress off. She really is all mine I will be her first. I’ll be the first to touch her. I’ll be the first one to taste her. I’ll be the first to make her moan and scream. O: If you don’t I will! She looks up at me with those beautiful ice blue eyes and long black eyelashes. I can’t help myself I’m have to tease her a little.

She needed to take in his scent once more. Sheila was a rather short woman, with magenta hair and eyes, she held a bladed fan and her hair was always adorned with roses. Her high combat heels clicked quickly on the marble tiles of the palace and her aura spelt seduction, she was a well known Seductress but also a high class assassin. She travels all the way down the long stairway looking for the person she had to report too, she had the job done and she needed her reward and probably some time off to herself.

Obviously! She had summoned up her courage to plead for mercy. "Master?" Zephyr Khan's expression changed drastically when he heard how she addressed the mysterious woman. Then! He looked at the mysterious woman again. At this moment, the crystalline splendor on the other party's body gradually dissipated, revealing her true appearance. This woman! It was a woman in her thirties. She had a perfect figure, a beautiful and cold face, and a cold temperament. Her slender figure was full of visual attraction, which made people really unwilling to look away from her.

I turned away sharply before either of them could look up and spot me, my heart hammering violently against my ribs like a trapped bird. Back in the quiet sanctuary of the penthouse study that evening, I paced the floor until my heels left invisible tracks in the rug. The encrypted ledger still sat open on the corner of the monitor, glowing faintly in the dimming light—a digital monument of warning. Fifty-seven women had occupied this space before me. Fifty-seven anchors had been weighed, utilized, and discarded the moment the system demanded a fresh variable. And now, there was Amara. She was young, fiercely brilliant, and entirely unscarred by the true, crushing weight of Shawn's complex e

—I didn't ask to be like this, Mathias —she replies, with a hint of anger. —Yet you are. And you like it so much you don't even try to change. Sometimes I think you might have a shred of empathy, but in moments like this, like now, I realize you're just manipulating. Everything is just another game for you. I still don't understand what you gain from keeping me here. She says nothing. She just stares at me, looking into me. Eyes that are supposed to reveal everything about a person... hers say nothing. They're blue with a touch of gray, striking but empty. She simply doesn't seem human. 'And when was she ever?'

He paused, then asked again, more carefully, “Tell me...what is she?” Lena leaned back in her wheelchair, studying Lisa with lazy interest. “Why don’t you call one of your best sensors to confirm it?” she said. “Then you’ll understand why I’m here.” “Emma!” Japheth barked. “Get in here.” A pale woman with striking red hair stepped into the chamber. Her green eyes were sharp, predatory,like an eagle locking onto prey. The moment she crossed the threshold, her body stiffened.

They turned a corner and stopped. The woman by the security door was not a troll. Tall, composed, blonde braid over one shoulder; Bundeswehr green sitting like she’d been poured into the decision to wear it. A small beauty mark lived under her left cheekbone, more signature than flaw. Her eyes held light and calculation in the same breath. “Gentlemen,” she said, offering a hand. “Dr. Silvia Petrov.” Terry blinked. “She’s a very hot do—” Sean’s elbow found his ribs.