Marissa Meyer Glitches Novels & Stories

I asked angrily, my hand placed on my chest. “Sorry if that scared you, but you have been daydreaming that you didn't hear me call your name thrice. What's bothering you?” Marvy asked, clearing the spot beside me that has my book on it. “You’ve been out of touch lately,” she added, getting in more comfortably. Suddenly aware of my situation, I forced a small smile. “It's PMS (premenstrual syndrome).” “When did this symptom start, Mia? Are you feeling unwell?” Marvel frantically asked, getting closer as her soft palm touched my neck.

Marissa joked, appearing with a fresh bowl of popcorn. "And she’s a publisher," I added, typing furiously. "So you better check your grammar before you slide into her DMs." Mari slid down next to me and grabbed the laptop from my hands. “Hey!” I glared at her as she grinned smugly. “My turn!” She smirked.

"But your defense scripts are not. You've spent the last twenty-four hours bringing analysts into my office, running down the alternate fire stairs, and trying to patch a firewall against a physical reality. You're trying to treat a milestone night like it was nothing but a temporary system glitch that you can simply overwrite from the cache." "It was a glitch," Maya spat out, her face flushing a deep, hot red as she finally forced her chin up, her eyes flashing with a furious, panicked defiance behind her frames. She reached up, her small hands coming down flat against the linen of his open shirt, her fingers clawing into the hard, tan muscle of his chest to physically shove his body back.