Marissa Meyer Glitches Novels & Stories

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.

Ashe glittered her teeth. "what do you have to say about the things happening on the internet. why did you do that to the poor girl?" Her manager walked in with his freaking comment which was no different from the ones on the internet. People were criticizing her and Emma, calling them all sources horrible names without checking the video quality. Nash had edited the video, and the part where she said horrible things about Emma didn't come. Her manager seems angry and disappointed. How can she do that to her career and the company?.

My friend, Shaun Guerrero, who had been watching over me by my bed, frowned the moment he saw I was awake. "I told you Gemma's ruthless, but you refused to believe me. If I hadn't happened to come looking for you this time, you might've died in that restroom, and no one would've known." Looking back on everything that had happened, I let out a bitter chuckle. "Sometimes, people just won't turn back until they've hit the wall." "Enough of that. What on earth happened? You've been acting really strange these last two days…" It turned out that a video of me singing folk songs during the Q&A session had been surreptitiously filmed and posted online. Shaun had come across it while scrolling throu

“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.”

"I was wondering why Dr. Coffey insisted on a live broadcast and wouldn't let us use bulky equipment. Otherwise, we never would have seen the real you." The TV station had promoted the stream in advance. With Renee's outrageous behavior, viewership had skyrocketed to the day's highest. "That brat planned this! She hates me, so she set me up while I was emotional!" Renee barked, attempting to barge into the operating room. Laurent caught her around the waist. "You've already made a fool of yourself. Do you want to turn the entire family into a laughingstock?" Losing it, she swung at him. "We're divorced! You have no right to control me! And what did I do wrong?"

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

Marissa asked pretending to be worried . "I am fine"she said and she tried to get up but she fell flat on her butt. "oh no you aren't ,let me help you,"Marissa approach her hand to help her but then when she gave her hand, before she could get up Marissa drop her again on the floor which made her hurt her knees for the second time. "oops sorry but I can't because I don't like touching people who are low I mean who are not like me??"she said with a grin .

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.

Applause began. Then the screen glitched. Once. Twice. Then the images changed to video footage. At first, Mia didn’t notice. She continued speaking—until the gasps and murmurs grew too loud to ignore. Then she turned. And her breath caught. On the screen was grainy footage. A party. A younger Mia—clearly intoxicated, swaying in a bright dress, her eyes unfocused. There was laughter in the background. A boy’s voice saying something crude. Someone zoomed in on her face.

“Run along and have sex, the both of you. It's not like we didn't interrupt you the first time!” Marissa yelled and I blushed as hard as I'd never blushed before.