mindhackglitch

Part two kinda 
          
          Meredith swallowed. Everything screamed this was wrong; it was a dream. But looking around, the people who had stopped to watch, their faces etched with concern and worry, some whispering, felt real. Her eyes turned to the other woman who spoke, and she realized it was Addison. Meredith stiffened. What was she doing here?
          
          Addison, for her part, looked guilty, though Meredith didn't understand why.
          
          "I hope you're not going to get started on that nonsense of yours again, Addy."
          
          Meredith blinked and turned her head just enough to get a glimpse of her savior. The woman was a little taller than her, just an inch or two, with pitch-black hair and the grayest, stormiest eyes Meredith had ever seen. For a minute it felt like Meredith was drowning again, because no one had the right to be that gorgeous.
          
          "I didn't mean to, I just wanted to talk to her," Addison defended herself. "And stop giving me that look, Maya."

Thoughts?
          
          She stopped breathing, stopped fighting. The water was cold, her body stiff. It was dark, and her eyes burned. For a moment, she just let go. The last few months replayed in her mind: Derek, falling for him despite the lies and secrets, the ghost of her mother's disapproval, the sudden reality of his wife. God, how could she have been so stupid?
          
          Her blue eyes shuddered closed. The darkness deepened, pressing in. For a moment, she thought she saw her mother staring at her with disappointment.
          
          Meredith couldn't find it in herself to care.
          
          ——
          
          She gasped, her body going rigid. Next came noise: traffic, cars, the sounds of people calling her name. Her eyes fluttered open. She was on land, that much she knew. It was cold concrete beneath her. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
          
          A calloused palm rested on her, and a soothing voice said, "Breathe, it's alright, breathe."
          
          And Meredith, for once in her life, didn't question it. She didn't wonder who the hell was talking, or where she was. She just breathed, in and out, slowly, almost in a trance.
          
          "Will she be okay?" Another voice asked, this one sounding familiar. Meredith's eyes flew open and she looked around. She was on the sidewalk, a little away from Joe's. Seattle Grace Hospital towered opposite the bar. Did I...? What the hell is happening? she thought desperately.
          
          The arms around her tightened, the voice by her ear still soothing. "Better?"
          
          Meredith blinked. Part of her knew this was wrong. She'd been in the bay, drowning, after the man she was helping struggled and kicked her into the water. So... how? She tried turning, but the arms around her waist held her steady.
          
          "Easy now," the woman said, gently shifting Meredith.
          

Would you ever do another fleurmione book where hermione is gip?

Thoughts? 
          
          The buzzing of her phone went ignored. Her brother had a gift for being exhausting—always nagging, always moralizing, always acting like he was the one who got it right. She downed her drink with a bitter scoff. This bar wasn't her usual scene. Hell, she wouldn't be caught dead here most nights. But there was something about it. Some kind of rough charm.
          
          The phone buzzed again. This time Lyra crushed it in her palm. The sound of cracking plastic was weirdly satisfying.
          
          "Someone really got under your skin, huh?"
          
          Lyra snorted and let the broken pieces fall to the table. Her gaze drifted up—and nearly faltered. The woman standing across from her was stunning. Sharp smirk. Even sharper eyes.
          
          "One might say it's simply my default expression," Lyra drawled, her accent a faint, lingering echo of old Europe. "Though you've got nerve, little wolf, approaching someone so clearly... indisposed."
          
          The hazel-eyed woman's smirk deepened. Her eyes flickered gold. She slid into the seat across from Lyra like she owned it. "Let's just say bad days aren't a solo act, hybrid."
          
          Lyra's jaw tightened. Then she let out a low chuckle. "So my reputation precedes me. Excellent. But you hold an unfair advantage; you know who I am. Fair's fair. Your turn."
          
          "Hayley." The woman let the name hang. "Not curious how I know you?"
          

Any shot you’d post any of your docs again? Or did you like fully delete them? The tvdu one and ur greys fics were genuinely the best. All of them were incredible and it truly is a disservice that they’re gone 

Missed you so much 

Welcome backI'm so happy, I missed your stories ❤️I hope you're feeling better dearest author

My favourite book was about the Originals and I miss Blake carmichael too

I miss Blake Carmichael more than you could ever know.

i really miss your books . you are like my author, will you be uploading your books again by chance ?