Intrigue Live Stream Novels & Stories

"Are you out of your mind? Your ex-wife's life is on the line in isolation, and you're live-streaming for tips?" I looked at him coolly. "What's it to you? That's my ex-wife, not yours. Why are you getting so worked up?" I glanced at him, picked up my phone, and went back to scrolling, casually checking the tips coming in from viewers. "She's in trouble! Dr. Scarver's blood oxygen just dropped! Her vital signs are failing rapidly! If we don't intervene, she won't last half an hour! Dr. Dahmer, are you really going to just watch her die?" Lionel shouted in terror.

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam

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.

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.”

" She unlocks the phone and pull up her Snap. Music blares through the speakers—something loud and fast. I lift the camera and hit record. She glances at me, singing along, her fingers drumming on the wheel like we're not floating on borrowed time. A Snap notification pops up. Sean: Red tonight? You know what that does to me. The phone almost slips from my hand. She snatches it turning it off. Instantly, blood drains from my face. I blink. Again. "Who is Sean?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "You don't? So he just guessed red?" My voice is rising. My chest tightens. "I'm asking this just once. What colour are you wearing underneath?" "Don't be ridiculous."

I tried again out of pure disbelief. Still blocked. I stared at the screen, breathing hard. “Unbelievable,” I muttered. No. More than unbelievable. Insulting. I was already grabbing my keys, thinking of driving over to that ridiculous complex and forcing a conversation, when my phone buzzed with a message from Betty. A link. Sir, I think you should see this. I clicked it. A livestream loaded from one of those gossip sites that fed on celebrity scandals, corporate drama, and rich people humiliating each other in public. Normally, I ignored them.

“That's all for today guys,stay stunned for more hot topics,and guess which celebrity is going to be the topic of our next live show tomorrow,goodbye!” Blue Ice blew kisses. The media live stream went off. “This got to be a dream,”Kerry said dryly.

Aspen had been glued to her tablet during the entire flight, on a video call with Louis to coordinate the livestream. "Is the tech team ready?" Aspen put on her coat, facing New Vermont's biting wind as she stepped off the plane. Louis nodded. "Everything's set. The livestream studio is ready, and invitations have been sent to top hackers worldwide." Aren took the phone and informed Louis, "Richard is hosting a private party at Noir Hotel, lobbying investors to sell their stock." Aspen checked her watch and said, "Looks like we need to split up. The livestream starts in two hours. You should infiltrate the party to gather evidence while I host the broadcast."