Intrigue Live Stream Novels & Stories

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.

The lights were too bright. Celeste had been under them all her life, but today, today, they didn’t feel like applause. More like a damn interrogation. She sat across from Marla Kinsley, host of StudioTruth LIVE, one of the most-watched interview shows in the country. She’d agreed to this appearance days ago, before the trailer dropped, before the internet tilted in her favor. Before she knew Veronica still had venom left in her fangs. Marla smiled, the camera-friendly kind that didn't reach the eyes.

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."

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.

“That’s what Cipher said and I agree, which is why we’re staying on this side of the river. Hacker and Sphinx will be monitoring your progress and letting you know if they see anything on the infrared radars.” “Awesome.” We walk back to the fire and I introduce myself to Intrigue. I sot of met Venom in court, but I’ve never met Intrigue. She’s built like a body builder, shorter than I am, but all muscle. She’s not an Alpha, but I’m not sure I’d want to go against her in a fight. As of today, I’m not sure I could defeat her. After saying hello to her, I nod at Venom. “Nice to see you again, Hellfire.”

The situation began to escalate out of my control two hours after I ended the livestream. Firstly, a few marketing accounts covered the incident. Each headline that they released was more outrageous than the last. "Livestreamer With a Million Followers Rejects a Mother's Call for Help to Find Her Child. Coldly Refuses to Comment on His Refusal." "The Faux Saint Finally Shows His True Colors After Three Years." "She's Been Searching for Her Son for Two Decades. He Refuses to Explain Why He Rejected Her."

“I’m still processing, but I’m not walking away. You’re both important to me. We’ll get through this as family.” A small warmth bloomed in my chest. Ryan’s trying. Despite the hurt I caused him, he’s still here. Maybe there’s hope for healing after all. Grandma hung up her call. “The injunction is granted on major platforms. But copies are spreading on smaller sites. We need to prepare a statement for tomorrow.” Before we could respond, my phone vibrated with a new alert. The unknown number again. I read it aloud, voice shaking. “The live stream feed is ready. Test run starts in thirty minutes. Pay now or the whole world hears your confessions in real time.”

"You think I'll let you go? You deserve to lose your hair!" They started to draw a crowd of students, some of whom were even live-streaming their scene. Andrick and Hector were completely unaware of what was happening, as they were in the car heading to the council for an urgent meeting called by Gregor. Hector was about to call Ingrid to remind her, when he saw a notification on his phone. He opened it and landed on a F******k live stream. "Andrick, look at this..." He showed his phone to his friend. "The girl with the mask, isn't that Ingrid?"