Cnn Live Novels & Stories

He then took a deep breath before speaking again. "Yup! Now, prepare it for me." He answered. Everyone did what he asked them to do while Leon went to the kitchen to make some refreshments. The live broadcasting started when Owen face the phone in front of him. Viewers reached over ten thousands just after 2 minutes of airing. "Hello! I'm Owen Cruz. I'm doing this live to answer the rumor that being top one trending for the last 3 days. I'm a bit surprised you know." Leon handed him his cucumber juice and he simply take a sip on it.

"What the hell are you doing here? Get out if you don't want to die." The man leading them hesitated nervously. "Mr. Cunningham, we're… uh, we're here to live-stream the match." Conrad's frown deepened. "Live-stream? You're out of your damn minds. I'm about to kill someone, and you think this is a show?"

We stood there, three wolves and one ancient piece of jewelry buzzing like it had opinions, when Kieran’s phone chimed. Again. He swore under his breath. “You’re going to want to see this,” he said. We stepped out of the circle, the air thinning a little, the hum fading to a background vibration. Kieran held his phone up. A live feed filled the screen—a news channel, its logo in the corner, the word *BREAKING* slashed across the top. The anchor’s voice was a drone in the background. The main image took up all the space in my chest.

he said as soon as the line connected. “I’m on my way,” came the reply, clipped and sure. “It’ll be done in just a minute.” “I’ve activated the CCTV cameras there,” he told Kevin, because the smallest advantage mattered. Then he watched the screen as the broadcast cut to a live report about her brother, an expose unspooling across every channel. The anchors spoke with that hungry tone of reporters who’d been handed a story that would make headlines for weeks, crimes catalogued, shell companies traced, names connected to offshore accounts.

I typed then hit on the send button. I just hope that he read it. I left the window and sat down on the bed. Just as I was about to drop my phone I got a new notification. It was live-breaking news by the CNN channel. "Good day, good people of United States of America. Five minutes ago there was a ghastly motor accident that happened in the street of Dallas. Killian Lockwood's car collided with that of a moving vehicle and he was seriously wounded. Good Samaritan already calls in the ambulance." I didn't listen to other things the newscaster was talking about.

"Now. Do it now." She hits send. Within minutes, the internet explodes. Trending topics. Breaking news alerts. Richard Cross's empire crumbling in real-time. "It's working," Maya says, monitoring feeds. "Everyone's picking it up. CNN, Times, Post, everyone. By morning, the whole world will know what he did." Damien's phone rings. Unknown number. He answers. Puts it on speaker.

“That’s the power of love. Isn’t that, right?” But just as the room swelled with admiration, a journalist seated in the back glanced down at his phone. His brows furrowed, and then his eyes widened in shock. “Everyone—there’s a live broadcast!” the reporter shouted, his voice carrying across the room thanks to the mic still clipped to his collar. That single outburst was enough to snap every head in his direction. “What do you mean?” “From where?” “What’s happening?” He shot to his feet, holding his tablet high above the crowd. “Here—it’s a live feed from the main lobby of TnC Group! An exclusive broadcast! Look! It seems the woman rumored to be Mr. Daven’s mistress is holding her own press

The Space Needle – Seattle The world was watching. It wasn't a figure of speech. CNN, BBC, Al Jazeera, and the newly acquired Carter News Network were all broadcasting live from the base of the Space Needle. Helicopters circled overhead like a swarm of mechanical dragonflies, their cameras zoomed in on the glass elevators ascending the iconic spire. The headline running across the bottom of every screen on the planet was simple: THE HYBRID KING’S PARENTS WED.

Within three minutes, the press relay went live. I stood centered in front of the sweeping panoramic window overlooking the city, framed by the sheer height of L.V. Global headquarters. To my left, Kian sat behind the glowing workstation, his long fingers moving like a master musician's across a piano, systematically gutting Damian’s regional subsidiaries in real-time microsecond trades. Behind the camera, Zane and Cassian stood like immovable shadow sentinels, their lethal presence an invisible wall behind the lens. The red recording light on the primary camera flared to life. Millions of traders, institutional investors, and global news outlets locked onto the live feed.

"Look at the cameras!" I pointed toward four high-definition digital cameras mounted on tripods around our master server station. Dupont paused, his eyes narrowing behind his rimless glasses. "Our live broadcast stream is currently being watched by one million eight hundred thousand people worldwide," I said, pointing to the glowing monitor behind me, where the chat counter was spinning at light speed. "Including reporters from the New York Times, the BBC, and CNN. If your private security team fires a single shot or touches a single person in this warehouse, it will be broadcast live to every television screen on earth in real time."