Marissa Meyer Glitches Novels & Stories

Where she pulls me apart and puts me back together. Today, I’m stretched on her lay-back chair, eyes closed, jaw clenched, her soft fingers rubbing slow circles into my temple. I’m quiet. Not just because I’m tired—but because I’m thinking too damn much. “What’s the problem, Corian? There’s so much tension,” she murmured. She knows when I’m holding something in. Always has. And right now? “I’m glitching.” I blurted. “Mr. Van Halen doesn’t glitch…. Ever.” she returned immediately.

Reagan I wake up late on my birthday only to see Meadow in my face staring at me. “What are you doing, creeper?” “Happy Birthday!” she yells and then does some magic that glitter bombs my entire room. “Aren’t you supposed to do something that I like on my birthday?” I grumble. I am so NOT a glitter girl and no matter how much magic she uses to get rid of it, I still find glitter all over the damn place. The last time she did this, I found glitter on my ass cheeks. No, scratch that, one of the warriors who saw me shift saw glitter on my ass shining in the sunlight and I’ve never lived it down.

That was when I scrolled past some gossip from the underground world. "New Don Spotted Kissing Girlfriend at Nightclub Kiss—Marriage Rumors Explode." Envy ran through the comment section. People claimed this real-life drama outshone any movie. Michele's success in both love and business should have comforted me. Instead, my eyes burned with a sharp sting. Just then, my phone rang.

She had hers. “Show me the errors,” Maya said. Her voice came out cold. She walked to a huge glass tube in the room’s heart. Inside floated a young man. He looked like some sports-story character, but his body glitched—one arm flickering into zeros and ones, the heart visible and beating all wrong. “He is a glitch,” said the computer. “The Board wants him deleted.” Maya stared at his face. He looked terrified, pounding on the glass, desperate to escape.

The First Small Thing It started subtle. Mira’s phone disappeared for two hours. They tore the house apart looking for it. Lisa found it under the couch. “Maybe it slipped?” she suggested lightly. Mira shrugged. Weird. But not impossible. Two days later, Mira missed an important online submission for her uni project. She swore she had uploaded it. The file was gone. Deleted. “Maybe the Wi-Fi glitched?” Lisa offered. Mira frowned but didn’t argue. Her arm still hurt. Her head still felt foggy sometimes.

As she laughs away. "Come on. We'll go together to the slaughterhouse," Marissa adds, making me whine a little and hoping the floor opens up and eats me alive. "Do you think Mom knows I got fired?" I ask, making her chuckle. "Ah, hello! It's mom. You know you can't hide a thing from her!" Marissa says chuckling, making me roll my eyes. I should have known. She is a wise old soul. "But, before we go... I have to tell you something super important though, ok? Don't freak out!" she says, as she grabs my arm and looks at me, making me feel intrigued. "Ok. I'm listening."

She put on that disgusting, tearful face again, though her eyes were bursting with a smug, wicked victory. “Ms. Bennett, I know you have personal issues with me, and I know you hate Mr. Miller, but you can’t just spread outright lies about me and the company like this!” she whimpered, sniffing loudly. “Everyone literally watched me fix the app's glitch earlier today. The code doesn't lie...” I cut her off mid-sentence, my voice deadpan and icy. “Chloe, that bug you fixed today was just a surface-level error.” The room on her end went quiet for a fraction of a second.

“Glad you could make it.” He nodded, his eyes narrowing as he took in my appearance. “Derek. You look like hell. I take it things haven’t been going too smoothly.” I gritted my teeth, frustration seeping into my voice. “Things have gone to shit, James. I don’t even know where to start.” I glanced around, making sure no one was paying too much attention to us. “Leilani… she’s ruined everything. The Moores pulled out because of the divorce. The whole business is falling apart. And she’s sitting pretty, watching me drown in it.”

Maybe it was because I thought of the woman I was in my past life, the one who blindly threw herself into love. Blind love made women foolish and insecure. By the time I finished breakfast and returned to my room, I noticed I had over a dozen missed calls, most of them from Chris. I didn't bother to call back, deliberately ignoring them. Just as I was about to put my phone down and head to the library, I received an Instagram follow request. "Hi, gorgeous. Do you remember me? I'm Drake, the one who danced with you." I opened the message and saw his profile picture. He had brown curly hair and bright green eyes. He looked youthful and energetic, more like a sports star than a serious Alpha. I

Emerson Carlisle massaged his temples. On the computer screen was an unflattering picture of Marilynn partying in a club her face practically glowing from the alcohol in her system. Her dress was extremely short, barely covering her. Over the years she appeared more and more in the gossip columns and it was getting harder to ignore. Worse it was beginning to affect business.