Chica Streamer Novels & Stories

After accidentally discovering that my boss owes loan sharks 50 million dollars, I start scrambling for a way out of my contract with the company. Just as I'm wondering what to do, a string of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Poor Lindsay. That idiot boss of hers plans to use the company's livestream to launder money and pay off his debt." "The moment she goes live, the entire sum becomes her personal liability!" I'm the company's cash cow, trapped in an ironclad contract, yet I don't have a shred of evidence to take to the police. Just then, Tasha Moore, one of the company's rookie streamers, walks over with a sweet smile and hands me a glass of water. "Lindsay, I heard you'

Chase I was sprawled on the couch in my downtown condo, ice pack on my shoulder from morning practice, when Logan’s livestream popped up on my feed. The thumbnail alone, his fake sincere face, made me snort. Curiosity won. I tapped play, volume low, expecting the usual damage control bullshit. What I got was worse.

"Lena, why don't we take care of your knee first? It's already inflamed, and it would be troublesome if you got tetanus." Lena had already started smiling at the camera. As expected, the chat was full of insults. "Bitch, how dare you exploit farmers' hard work like this? You deserve to die. And to think we actually supported you last night!" "Looks like the other streamer was right. She really is only here to seduce men." "She's probably thrilled that everyone keeps calling her pretty. Let's all report this stream and get her banned! Everyone who ordered last night, request a refund now! If the cancellation rate is high enough, the platform will shut her down."

Chase hurriedly said, "Mom, calm down. Do you know why I locked the door? I was afraid you'd rush out to find her. She's busy tonight, we've already agreed to go to Elliot's for a livestream." Jocelyn asked, "What livestream?" Chase grinned proudly, "Don't you know? Sophia owns TikTok. She's the behind-the-scenes boss, and she also designed ‘Pinnacle’. Isn't she amazing?"

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?"

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