Intrigue Live Stream Novels & Stories

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."

However, she had already formulated her response before preparing to go live. Just as Erin was about to initiate the live stream, a notification popped up on her phone. "Shoot!" Marco exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "What?" Erin turned to Marco. "Orion is live broadcasting on Instagrab," he replied simply. Erin felt a surge of nerves as she tapped on Orion's message that had arrived on her phone. Orion: Please watch (link attached). Erin's heart raced as she clicked on the link to the live stream of the Arvesso Group. The first thing that caught her eye was Orion, wearing a beige coat, sitting next to Mr. Niel Arvesso.

" A cough came from somewhere behind him. He spun around. In the corner, a man was leaning against a wall that was half-eaten with weeds. He was filthy. There was dirt on his face. There was a bottle in his hand. "Stop yelling," the man said, slurring. "Whoever you came for. She is not here anymore." Wendy heard him and shoved out from behind Tristan. Her face was white. Old tears were drying in tracks down her cheeks. Her eyes were swollen to slits. The livestream camera locked on her face. "That's a lie." Her voice was a knife. "May Fairfax is in there. She is hiding. She saw my livestream and she ran into a corner. She's shaking somewhere in this house."

I asked, leaving the chair to search for the camera. After setting everything up, I started my live session, and people started joining the stream. The rate at which the numbers increased was quite unbelievable. It seemed like they were all online reading the fake news, when they saw the notification that I had started a live stream. "This is Blaze Nightingale, the famous tennis player you all know, how have you all been doing? I guess it has been really nice reading up fake stuff about me." I said, and checked the comments. They all seemed to be commenting on how handsome I looked, for a while, I got lost in the comments, and forgot the main reason I had started the live stream.

Shortly after the legal letter, @Little Sweet Potato announced a noon livestream, promising to confront Leighton online with solid evidence. Fans were eager, hoping to see these wealthy yet morally questionable celebrities taken down. The reservations for the livestream quickly exceeded a million. At noon the next day, @Little Sweet Potato started her livestream right on time. She was a pretty girl, crying on camera as she recounted in detail how Leighton harassed and threatened her. The topics putting Leighton in a bad light dominated the hot search list. The girl on the livestream challenged Leighton to join the video call, daring him to face her.

I had been putting off streaming for a while now, and maybe it was exactly what I needed to take my mind off tonight. I set up the red lights, shut the curtains, and sat in my vanity, blending out my makeup with the mindset of someone about to make a million-dollar deal. I wasn’t just Dala anymore. I was LunaLust. I could flash my tits to a hundred thousand eyes on the internet, and that was allowed because I was LunaLust. I'm not sure I’d do that, though. Maybe. When I finally logged into StreamForMe, the moment my camera flickered on, the number shot up. Twenty thousand people. Already waiting.

Their faces were filled with curiosity, disgust, and excitement. Countless phones and cameras were pointed at me. They livestreamed everything, 24 hours a day.

"Don't worry, Ivy. They'll calm down after a couple of days when you're not here." "Sorry, Senior. It won't happen after tomorrow." Feeling guilty, Ivy had to reveal her plan. After listening, Roland's tired face suddenly lit up. "Alright, alright, Ivy. Tomorrow night, I'll definitely watch the live stream!" After hanging up the phone, the lawyer sent a message indicating that everything was ready. Ivy and Lilith announced their decision. Soon, Lilith's studio released news, stating that they would broadcast an interview with Ivy tomorrow night at 8:00. They also mentioned that Ivy would explain the truth in the live stream, and specific details about the streaming platform would be announce

“Can you listen to my voice? You can nod if you’re able or speak if you can.” I tried to speak, but my voice sounded too hoarse. So I resorted to nodding. “Good. Now, you remember your name, correct? Is it Tatiana Rivers?” I nodded again. “And is anyone from your family here yet? Your parents?” “Umm,” I heard Grace come forward. “I called her parents but they are currently overseas on a business trip. But we are here if you need anything.” “That’s alright then,” Doctor Skeet said. “Is that okay with you, Miss Rivers?”

Checking my backup phone, I saw that Melissa's livestream had run all night. The livestream title was designed to grab attention. "Cold-Hearted Coworker Refuses to Help. My Mastiff Remains Lost in the Wilderness, Fate Unknown."