Cnn Live Novels & Stories

“Hey lovely Kent family, welcome once again to my I*******m live. I am excited to host you here once again with the newest and juiciest news in my life. Aww, thank you @mrharry for your sweet comment, sending love and light back to your darling,” Vivian Kent bubbled in her I*******m live.

A small glass table between them. The host was Amelia Rowe, sharp, respected, known for her ability to balance warmth and hard journalism. “Five minutes,” a producer signaled. Cassienne inhaled once. Dreston stood a few feet away, arms folded, watching her calmly. And Corren leaned against the far wall. They didn’t speak. They only observed. “Live in three… two…” And the red light on. Amelia smiled toward the camera. “Good morning to our global audience. We are broadcasting live from the Global Tech Expo, and today we sit with the woman whose name has dominated headlines in the last twenty-four hours—Cassienne Rhodes.”

She unmuted the TV. CNN Breaking News. "New footage has emerged of the altercation outside the Vale-Cross penthouse," the anchor said, her face grave. "Warning: the images are violent." The screen shifted to a shaky cell phone video. It showed Liam lunging. It showed him grabbing the photographer. It showed the punch—a brutal, efficient strike that snapped the man’s head back. But it didn't show what happened before. It didn't show the photographer rushing the glass. It didn't show the heavy lens banging against the door inches from Ethan’s face. It didn't show her seven-year-old son screaming in terror.

Ace's Pov The live broadcast started at nine in the morning and Rem walked into the main room with the tablet already playing and set it on the table without saying a single word first and that silence told me everything before I even looked at the screen. Nikolai looked up from his phone. "What is this." "Castro went live," Rem said. "Forty minutes ago. Every major criminal network in the city received it and it has been shared through private channels since."

“Show strength. Let everyone know you’re still in control.” A pause. Then— “…I like that,” Jordan said. “Good thinking.” “Send me the location,” Caydan replied. “I’ll be there.” ⸻ The stage was set. Cameras. Lights. Reporters packed shoulder to shoulder. Microphones raised. “This is CCTV News,” one reporter called out. “We’re live—Jordan McCart has called an emergency press conference following the recent instability among top families—” Jordan stepped up to the podium. Dressed sharp.

Live Broadcast Commentary | Central Continent Global Network (CCGN) Host: Aleira Vontrel, Senior Political Correspondent “And welcome, viewers from across the Central Continent and beyond, to this historic and truly momentous occasion. I’m Aleira Vontrel, coming to you live from the front lawn of the iconic Black House in New City, Aeternum. Today, history is being written before our very eyes.”

"Look, is this Ms. Rowan's wedding or not? If it isn't, I need you all to clear out. The city officials are arriving any minute, and the ceremony is scheduled to start soon." One of the reporters let out a mocking scoff from behind his camera. "Seriously, lady. Get a grip, will you? We're broadcasting this live right now. If you think we're a bunch of actors, pull up the stream and see for yourself." A live broadcast? The color drained from Camille's face. Behind her, one of the groomsmen gasped as he checked his phone. "Holy crap, Damian! They really are streaming! Over a hundred thousand people are watching. It's a live interview with War Correspondent Evelyn Rowan. Man, it's the real deal

The journalist replied, "I'm CNN's Paris correspondent. I was here when Randheli happened." "You were here when it happened?" Bernard snorted in disdain. "Oh, but I was there when it happened—staring down the gun barrels of Blackwater terrorists, no less. And now you're telling me that this is a set-up? Are you Sherlock Holmes or something? That's amazing!"

This place is a madhouse, complete with minute-by-minute coverage broadcast around the world. Unable to listen anymore about the happy couple, I turned off the television. It doesn’t matter. I’m sure I will be able to catch it later. There’s no doubt that the live coverage will be going on for days, and after that, it will all be available on cable TV and YouTube.

Fuck it. I pulled out my phone without a second thought and after messaging around the home screen for a bit, my thumb found the I*******m icon. My thumb hovered for a second and then I opened it and started a live video. My face blinked to life on my screen and people started popping into the live almost immediately. Usernames I vaguely recognized from my follows flooded the chat—some girls, some hardcore male hockey fans. Comments flashing up too fast to read but I saw a few... NOAH CARTER IS LIVE??