Chica Streamer Novels & Stories

"I used to be a gaming competition commentator in the past. l'm an avid gamer and I've been playing it for years! I once participated in your team audition, but alas, after passing the technical tests and adding each other on Skype, you said I'm not a suitable candidate because I was too young back then and I had to sit for my midterms, so I was eliminated." "Later when my college entrance exam ended, I represented the game and was awarded the first prize in the group competition." "I'm an expert player in the games launched by Plum Technology. Besides, I'm currently the official streamer and spokesperson of several other games." She rattled on about her background. A few moments later, Rex

But now, she'd started streaming again, and Jasper was sitting right beside her! The stream was advertised as the debut of a scion, which attracted a lot of young women. After all, Jasper still had some recognition back in Amveris. But no amount of beauty filters could hide his exhaustion. He looked painfully out of place, stiff and awkward in front of the camera. Coco kept nudging him with her elbow, and only then did he manage to mumble a few words, barely louder than a whisper. The comments kept rolling in during the live stream. "Smile for us, Mr. Swanson!"

Ton said, checking his camera's battery one last time. Miki Izawa, a ghost-hunting YouTuber, was live-streaming to her nearly one million followers. "Hey, everyone! Today, Miki is going to explore a new aquarium that just opened!" Her cheerful voice echoed through her bedroom, which was filled with content creation equipment.

A day before I returned to the country, I watched a livestream. Two middle-aged people stood behind the female streamer with a banner held between them. It had the words: Help! What should I do when my boyfriend cheated and his new woman comes over to boast in my face? The streamer cried so badly that her makeup was ruined. “She keeps talking to my boyfriend and is coming to meet me tomorrow…” The chat sent encouraging words to the streamer while insulting the other woman.

I had been putting off streaming for a while now, and maybe it was exactly what I needed to take my mind off tonight. I set up the red lights, shut the curtains, and sat in my vanity, blending out my makeup with the mindset of someone about to make a million-dollar deal. I wasn’t just Dala anymore. I was LunaLust. I could flash my tits to a hundred thousand eyes on the internet, and that was allowed because I was LunaLust. I'm not sure I’d do that, though. Maybe. When I finally logged into StreamForMe, the moment my camera flickered on, the number shot up. Twenty thousand people. Already waiting.

“Actually, today, I’d like to say goodbye to everyone and explain what has happened during this time.” The viewers continued berating her in the chat, but Chiara’s livestream was aggressively promoted. Not only was it on the streaming platform, but links to it were also being pushed on various social media networks. Even Ivan, who was playing a game, saw the push notification. He was puzzled. Chiara’s livestream? What was she up to? He did not stop gaming but instead used another phone to log into the streaming platform. The first trending recommendation he saw was Chiara’s pitiful face. Ivan scoffed. Was she up to her tricks again?

Michelle Xia had never formally delved into the world of live streaming. Her only two encounters with it were during her previous side gigs. During that time, she coincidentally teamed up with a rather well-known streamer who appreciated her gameplay and wanted to collaborate. Michelle, oblivious to her teammate being a popular streamer, agreed to join forces. Once their session was over and she had swiftly completed her task, she silently removed him from her friends list, disappearing without a trace. It was later disclosed to her by someone else that she had unknowingly teamed up with a streamer from the "X-Fish" platform and that their entire gameplay had been recorded. They urged her to

The moment I stepped out of the live stream, I was dragged straight into court. I was still wearing a skin-tight dress and hadn't even been given the time to change. Countless comments floated in midair. "This bitch still has the nerve to be a streamer? She dances around every day like she has no shame." "That money-grabbing bitch ran off after scamming people. I want to see how she begs for her life once lightning strikes her." "I've never seen someone this vile. Scamming her boyfriend was bad enough, and now she's doing racy streams to rake in money. You make so much every day. Have you ever done a single decent thing with it?"

The chat was buzzing with so many people that people outside our dorm could probably tell what was going on. Someone with a cartoon profile picture said: [The streamer's only six miles from me!] [I'll take a screenshot and ask if anyone knows her.] I checked the profile, and it had Carl's college in the bio. Feeling grossed out by Sadie's stream, I closed it and decided to listen to some tunes. Right away, I saw something new. Two pictures from Sadie's stream. The text said: [She's like the girl next door, and she's pretty fun to watch. By the address, I bet she's from the music college next door.]

My villa was more comfortable now that I had left LA, I'm going back for the funeral, but I'm leaving right after, I'm going ghost, I don't care how many men they send after me, it won't be easy to find me. I already removed their tracking chip, yeah, Camila and I had tracking chips in our wrists, grandpa removed hers when she was twelve but I couldn't get mine removed, my parents never allowed it, no wonder she could do what she wanted and not care what they think, she could disappear from the earth and they won't know where we went. I walk into the dining room, seeing someone seated in my favorite chair. She was dressed in her usual business wear, black ripped jeans and a hoodie, matched w