Inquisitor Live Stream Dead Novels & Stories

A wave of envious whispers swept through the crowd watching us once again. "Did you see the look in Ms. Landry's eyes? So adoring and affectionate!" "Everyone in Elleving knows that Ms. Landry loves her husband more than life itself. As long as they are together, I'll continue believing in love!" Yet, new comments kept appearing before my eyes. [The most despicable thing is that the scumbag Mabel is in the midst of a passionate lovemaking session with Clyde right now!] My feet moved on their own toward the restroom. Moans and gasps were drifting over from the closed stall.

It was as if the livestream had been silenced. For two whole seconds, the screen was completely blank. Then, the comments began to flood in. Someone even sent a row of question marks. "Wait a second. Are my ears playing tricks on me? Did he say that he's not going to help her?" "What did you say, Connor? Why aren't you willing to help her?" "Did the livestream glitch? Can you repeat yourself, Connor?" "That's impossible. It's been three years since he started helping people, but it's the first time he's ever rejected someone."

"Officers, you can't believe her! She's just a madwoman!" The police turned off the video and looked at them expressionlessly. "This video, along with the real-time comments from the 400 thousand viewers in the live stream, has been submitted to the technical department for verification. "Additionally, we have also located the 'number one donor.' He has confessed to paying to watch a murder live stream." Dead silence filled the interrogation room. The color drained completely from Martin's and Lilian's faces. They slumped in their chairs as if their bones were no more.

My world fell apart over an encrypted link from the dark web. My husband, Don Marcello, was there on our marriage bed, pounding into another woman. All the top bosses in North America were watching. He held her in his arms, laughing about me. His fragile, naive little trophy wife who could never leave him. Even the live chat was a stream of insults. Calling me the useless wife who couldn't even get her husband into bed. But the worst part? The way he acted when I found out. He grabbed my chin. Told me the whole disgusting betrayal was just "an act to keep our allies happy." He even let his mistress brag about it to every socialite in the city. My humiliation became their afternoon entertain

"We shouldn't waste our time on someone like this!" "Let's go watch Chloe's stream instead!" Within minutes, my viewer count dropped by more than half. Then, my livestream got shut down because someone reported me for fake streaming. I wouldn't be getting the prize money today. My dream of arranging a decent funeral for myself shattered. "Wipe that blood off yourself. It's disgusting to look at!" Julian said, staring at me with disgust. Dominic didn't spare me a glance either. In their eyes, the blood on me was all fake.

My colleagues also pleaded with me not to throw away my future in a moment of confusion. “Fable, get a hold of yourself. Don’t hurt an innocent child. Mavis really did take her own life.” “You know the law. For your sake and everyone else’s, don’t throw everything away. If Mavis were watching, she would not want to see you like this.” “That’s right. Mavis is still in the morgue. She’s waiting for you to bring her home.” Some viewers in the live stream chimed in to support them. [Is she sick in the head? Her own daughter is gone, and she has the nerve to take it out on someone else?]

Some skeletal remains sat quietly inside the casket. But they looked brand new, exactly like something that had been placed there just a month ago. The moment the skeletal remains were revealed, the crowd erupted, demanding that I beg for forgiveness. The livestream was no better. The comments were full of people demanding that I apologize to Angela and Cynthia, as well as compensate them. Instead of panicking, I shrugged. "And who can prove those remains belong to Cynthia?" That instantly threw them off.

When the lab's findings hit the livestream, the chat detonated. [The video is fake! Wendy was lying!] [So the wound on her belly is fake too! She was never pregnant!] [We got played. Wendy, you horrible woman!] [I was just cursing at May… I was cursing at a dead woman…] There was no blood left in Wendy's face. She watched the chat she had whipped into a frenzy turn on her one comment at a time. Her lips were shaking. "That isn't… That isn't what happened." She turned to Tristan.

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.

Before Amelia could answer, the comments in the live stream flooded with laughter. **[OnlineUser_1: Yes, yes, Mr. Hart, we can all see you!]** **[OnlineUser_2: What kind of immortal live stream is this? Lol, this is so fun!]** **[OnlineUser_3: Who can understand? We just saw the dean in the live stream!]** **[OnlineUser_4: Not just the dean, but this is a medical expert!]**