Intrigue Live Stream Novels & Stories

I had put careful effort into dressing up for a date with my best friend, Ava Whitlock. We'd agreed to attend a music festival together in the city center. As there was quite a bit of traffic on the road, I randomly checked out a live-streaming app on my phone. A live-stream video popped up upon entering the app. The streamer, Brianna Giles, and several of her flashily dressed friends quickly caught my attention. I always enjoyed checking pretty ladies out, so I clicked on the live-stream video and began watching it.

Something else was taking its place. He was starting to believe me. I could see the doubt creeping in behind his eyes. Influencers crowded behind us, peeking in through the doorway. Their faces were shocked. Some of them had their hands over their mouths. The live chat went absolutely crazy. @ChicagoRealTalk: wait wait wait... is this for real? someone tell me this is a prank @WindyCityWatcher: no way. NO WAY. that's his WIFE and his UNCLE??? @SouthSideSally: this is the best stream I've ever watched. I'm not sleeping tonight. I don't care what time it is

“I know the man behind that institute. Ryder Mills, the most notorious profiteer in Norton City. He’ll do anything to get what he wants. I seriously doubt someone like him could pull off real innovation.” “The broadcast will be live globally. I’m definitely tuning in.” At that, Stellar raised an eyebrow. It was Redline Research Institute again. That foreign tycoon really was like a shadow that wouldn’t go away. “What livestream? Let me have a look too,” she said, stepping closer and suggesting they all take a break to watch together. Everyone agreed. It would be interesting to see how international labs compared to their own. As the hour arrived, the projector in the lab was switched on, and

Haylee finds me at the kitchen island as two bartenders shake martinis in tandem and the room vibrates on my favorite bassline. She’s poured into a scarlet dress that looks amazing. iPad in one hand, bubbles in the other. “No media within the perimeter,” she reports. “Two lifestyle photographers inside. We are live streaming all the good bits.” “Perfect. Now stop working and let’s dance.” “Lastly… Security has turned away six ambitious nobodies, two ex-boyfriends of somebody, and a woman who said she was your spiritual advisor.” “Interesting,” I say. “Original. No Hale connections trying to infiltrate?”

Having had his fill of fun, Thomas stepped onto the stage and spoke into the mic, “Ladies and gentlemen, now that everyone has gathered here, I would like to make an announcement. “In three days, Stellar Jewelers will be hosting an online global livestream in this same venue, where we will do live lapidary of up to a thousand pieces of rough stones!

Kingston’s grief and fury were palpable even through the screens, and everyone ached for him. What could possibly lead the vice COO of an international brand to beg and plead on a live-streaming platform? The viewers were furious. They needed something to dump their emotions. “Rove live streams too, friends. We can’t do much about the cruelty in the world, but we can at least crash Rove’s live streams.” “That’s right. Don’t let a corrupted business like Rove take money from us.” “We are doing the Lord’s work by crashing Rove!” Many members of the online community swarmed into Rove’s livestream with only several thousand viewers.

Ben leaned against the desk. "This is Cal O'Reilly. I'm from the Open Network News. We're a new streaming service and we're looking for content. We saw your video and we're interested in talking." "What kind of content?" "We want you to educate the public about supernaturals." "Why me?" "Because you already have a following. We can help you expand that. The world is changing, and people will need somewhere to go to find out what is going on. A place that isn't selling a narrative, but the truth."

She stared deeply into his eyes. “Oh no... What's the room number? I have to stop this.” “Why would you stop something we're all enjoying?” someone replied. “This must be the grand finale of today's entertainment.” “Are they really going to do this live?” another man asked. “I wish we could hear what they're saying,” someone else said. “I should've followed her when she approached me.” Suddenly, the television volume increased. Who was livestreaming my mom? “Of all the men I approached, you're the only one who understood a woman desperate for pleasure.”

Everyone watching the live stream was waiting for this day. They expected to see it all—my surprise, my shock, maybe even tears. But too bad for them. I was going to disappoint them. They'd never get to see it.

"Okay, here's the play. The fans are demanding interaction. We're doing a Livestream Q&A in thirty minutes. The 'Silent Interview' was a hit, so we're doubling down." "A livestream?" Elion asked. "Live? No edits?" "Live is authentic. Authentic sells." "It's risky, Mira. He's... fragile." "He looks fine. He looks brooding. That's all we need." Mira checked her watch. "Thirty minutes. Living room. We're setting up the ring light. Make him look... I don't know. Soulful." She bustled out of the room. Elion closed the door. He locked it.