Glitch Briana Michaels Novels & Stories

Below it, a message had been left in the blank space: I, Miss Q, In the name of medical science and with the honor of my lifetime’s reputation, solemnly declare: Luna has never undergone plastic surgery. Luna is Briella McKenna. Briella McKenna is Luna. Any changes in her appearance are the result of long-term detoxification. The grand hall erupted like an explosion. Rock was standing straight, clapping with reverence and admiration as his eyes stayed locked on Briella. Only five senior elders had the right to remain seated in the entire hall. Yet even those five—seated at the highest table—slowly stood up. On the livestream, comments flooded in faster than the system could process.

Then I came down the way I was supposed to come down, controlled and deliberate. But I should not have had to shout. My feet hit the mat and I stood there and my heart was doing something that had nothing to do with the exertion. I had been a fraction of a second away from a fall from eight feet. "What happened?" I asked. I kept my voice level because showing panic after a near-miss was how you lost the room. "Timing," Brianna said from the base position. Her voice was even and professional. "My grip shifted. It happens. I will adjust for the second run."

And in the center of it all, Brianna. She’s glowing. Not with embarrassment or guilt—oh no, not her, but with the smug satisfaction of someone who has just dropped a grenade in a room full of people and is waiting to watch the debris. She basks in the muted gasps, the whispered speculations, the shifting of feet and darting eyes. It makes me want to shove my fingers down her throat. Why? Why in God’s name was I even trying to save her before? To offer her a lifeline when she clearly delights in sabotaging me at every turn? She’s poisonous. Her grin curves upward like a knife, sharp and cutting.

The same teammates who used to hype Nicole up were now spewing insults, cussing her out. [I can't believe this! The competition deadline is an hour away, and Nicole's program crashes with a bug. Not only that, it wiped out everything we built. She straight-up ruined all our work!] [Damn it! We spent a whole month grinding on this, and now it's all gone. We told her to fix the bug herself, but she didn't know what the hell she was doing. She kept typing mistakes into the code until the whole thing was completely dead!]

One by one, the emerald skirts and silk jackets dip as the high-society titans bow to their new Luna. Brielle stands frozen, her mouth working soundlessly. She is no longer the center of attention. She is a glitch in the system. As the security team finally leads her out, she doesn't scream. she just sags, her eyes hollow. She is truly the "nobody" now.

Gina’s POV I stared at Rhea Bloom’s number for a long moment, my thumb hovering above the call button. This was Starlight’s lead vocalist—someone with millions of fans. Before the scandal, she had been the crown diva. Now her career was collapsing because of a single moment caught on video. Judging from her tone in that clip, I could already guess she was someone with little patience. And considering how long the situation had remained unresolved, she was probably in an even worse mood now.

💋Addicted To You💋 [Once Upon A One Night Stand🍆💦] . By: Kamara B. Blake . Chapter Seventeen😘 . 💎Brianna💎 I blinked back tears as she said that. This is why I never come to anything relating to my family. I hate my life so much. "Can someone disconnect that mic? She's clearly wasting our time by bringing a false information". I looked up to see Liam's angry face, he directed his guards over to the podium. He glanced at me and his face dissolved into a smile which made me smile as well.