Date A Live Novels & Stories

“You and Ricardo make a convincing couple, by the way. Almost had me fooled.” Especially with the way Ricardo’s eyes were directed over to where we were. He wasn’t glaring or anything, just standing as though he was bored and I had stolen his phone. She arched her brow. “Almost? I’ll have to try harder next time.” I chuckled, but the sound was cut short as my phone vibrated in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw Darren’s name flash across the screen, accompanied by a single word: Live. It had begun!

Sandra's hand shook as she pointed at Queenie's urn and photo. "What… what is that?" "Xavier, are you insane? Just to fight with me, you'd curse our daughter to be dead?" I took the death certificate from under the urn and shoved it in her face. "Open your eyes and read each word. Look at it and tell me what it says!" She took the paper with trembling hands, her eyes scanning Queenie's name and the time of death written in stark black and white.

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??

I need to treasure him. Elijah, still unaware of how his resistance was working against him, continued to fuss and gesture. Meanwhile, Amelia was busy signing contracts with the live stream platform on her phone. The next morning, at 9:30 AM, in ClearWater Alley, Amelia began her live stream right on time. As soon as she went live, the chat exploded! **[Starry Eyes]**: "I’ve been waiting all day and night! Finally, I’m here!" **[Office Worker]**: "Watching the live stream at work—this must be the famous doctor? Why isn’t she showing her face?"

James swallowed, exchanged a quick glance with her, then asked, “Lena, what date do you think it is today?” I sighed. “Um… December 20th, 2024. Why?” He hesitated, then said softly, “Today is October 29th, 2025.” For a moment, I thought he was joking. I even let out a short laugh, waiting for him to crack a smile. But he didn’t. Lisa… my Lisa was staring at me like her heart just broke in two. She looked like she was trying hard to be cool and not be affected…. But I know her too well.

Eli relaxed without meaning to. That surprised him. Inside, the café was calm. Soft music played in the background. Eli ordered first. Noah followed. They sat by the window. “So,” Noah said, wrapping his hands around his cup. “This is officially a date.” Eli nodded seriously. “Yes.” Noah laughed. “You say that like you are confirming a schedule.” Eli felt his face warm. “I like being clear.” “I know,” Noah said gently. “I like that about you.”

"We just need to show them." She walked to the door. "Get the seamstresses. Get the fabric. And get Sophia on the phone. We are going live at 8 PM." The "countermove" was not a press conference. It was a livestream. At 8 PM sharp, the AVA website went dark. No products. No lookbook. Just a single video feed. It showed Aurora. She was not wearing the white tunic. She was wearing a simple, black t-shirt and jeans. Her hair was pulled back. She wore no makeup. She looked tired. She looked real.

“Then we can—” “No,” he cut in softly. “Because the witness didn’t testify.” The phone buzzed again. LIVE INTERVIEW STARTING NOW. The name on the screen made my breath stop. Lexa Reyes. My body went rigid. Dylan’s arm tightened around me, protective and fierce. “She’s alive,” I whispered. “And ready to rewrite history,” he said. The livestream began automatically. Lexa’s face filled the screen, perfectly composed, eyes bright, lips curved into a familiar, venomous smile.

In the distance, in the cave's dark entrance, a pair of blue eyes glowed faintly. That night, AquaGene Corp's livestream platform went online on time. Within five minutes, the number of viewers shot to number one, and the chat exploded. "Holy crap! Two mermen! That's some serious money!" "Wake up. This is a survival contest. The loser's life is on the line." "Sylas is so gentle. He's always watching his master." I shut off the live stream and watched the two mermen, worth ten million dollars in total, sleeping in the tank via the monitor.

the woman I just engaged in a state match with says, stepping back from me. I don’t feel done. I feel… exposed. “Good,” Maria breathes. “We’re live in five.” Five? My stomach drops. “Five what?” “Minutes,” she says quickly. “It’s a live segment. We got a prime slot, everyone with a television……he’ll, any device with internet connection will be watching. We need to move.” My pulse spikes instantly. “No…….no, I’m not ready, I can’t just go out there and pretend….” I rushed out.