Marissa Meyer Glitches Novels & Stories

On floor forty-nine, the first Hollowed employee appeared. She was a legal assistant named Marissa who had once made the mistake of telling Haley that her livestream lighting was "a little aggressive" and had survived the resulting three-hour presentation on personal branding. Now Marissa stood beside a water cooler, eyes black from edge to edge, mouth open in a silent scream. She moved without transitions. One instant she was ten feet away. The next she was in front of Jack, fingers reaching for the compass. Marcus hit her with the flat of his forearm and sent her through a glass wall.

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

Glara paused in her speech, scanning her eyes across the entire room. Glara then talked about the product she had prepared for a long time but could only launch now. "Honestly, today's launch almost failed. Because my event organizer suddenly disappeared and apparently, she was still preparing for this event but with someone else's order. Thank you, Tiffany, for making me almost crazy and almost reporting you to the police," Glara said, looking at Tiffany with a fake angry expression.

I am a beauty influencer with millions of followers on social media. During the peak of my popularity, I achieved financial freedom. Later, I met my husband, Carlos Houston, who was the CEO of a publicly listed real estate company. By the time I was 30, I had settled down and became a housewife. For my whole life, I'd always been blessed with luck—that was until we hired a live-in housekeeper for our home. One day, I came across a live stream of my own house while scrolling through social media.

Lalita is a top-tier PR queen used to running the show, but her carefully built life takes a chaotic turn when she crosses paths with Bhakin—her deadpan, impossibly sharp Head of IT. Behind his calm, glasses-wearing exterior lies a man with maximum admin privileges and a dangerously possessive streak. When a messy ex-boyfriend tries to sabotage their professional lives and drag them down, Bhakin refuses to let anyone touch what's his. As corporate espionage collides with irresistible chemistry, Lalita is about to learn that some systems can't be debugged... and some men won't let you log out.

I felt humiliated, broken, and completely alone. Just then, the door to my office opened, and Glow walked in, her smirk firmly in place. "Oh, poor Marissa," she said, her voice dripping with mock pity. "Do not cry. Morgan and I just could not wait for your little meal." "Get out," I said through clenched teeth.

Tessa was the ultimate mean girl in high school; she made every single person feel bad about themselves. "Mind sharing, what's so funny?" She asked in an infuriated tone. I managed to calm down enough to get words out, "Surely you must know, sorry, no offense, but are you auditioning to be on the show botched? What in the heck of plastic surgery happened to you?" I could see her slightly shaking in anger, she turned her head from side to side. Getting redder by the moment, “Can you reduce your voice, you're causing a scene.”

It was her, who, after a night of drinking, had taught Jade what twerking was in the first place or at least attempted to teach her how to do it properly. Marissa exploded into a fit of laughter, so much that she started choking on her spit. "Girl, you are killin' me right now," she said in between coughs as she fanned herself off and tried to slow her breathing. "I'll tell you what, I knew Jonathon was a missionary man. I could tell!" She waved an accusing index finger back and forth in front of her face. "Ain't no man who owns a baseball card collection and wears sweater vests gonna fuck you right." Jade fell over laughing at the comment, and Marissa couldn't help but laugh again as well.

She chirps excitedly. “Still, it is their wedding, so they should be the ones to go cake tasting. And not to forget that you are still healing. Your leg is not perfectly fine yet. You limp when you walk.” “Cameron, I really didn’t think you were this annoying. Pull up your pants, bring a smile to your face and drive fast. And I cannot stay in my bed forever, and my leg is just fine. My limp is not noticeable and A little pain is not going to kill me.” Marissa glared at him.

she screamed and stormed out, practically huffing and puffing like an angry cartoon character. "Oh my god, what happened?" Marissa came running. I wondered if she saw the whole thing and decided to wait it out. "Miss Sunshine wanted to give me a facial with beer. I hear it's good for your skin," I said. "She has anger issues in case you didn't know," Marissa giggled. I am getting the taste of it now, mixed with this really bad beer. I went outside to look for Rose. I didn't have to look too hard as she was leaning against the car as if to wait for me.