Intrigue Live Stream 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.

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."

Claire saw the post too, but unlike Charlie who only found it amusing, she felt embarrassed, especially when she remembered that Charlie could see her mother's post too. Then, they soon received a recommendation: International sensation Tanya Sweet sings at a bar during her vacation! Livestream here! Charlie was puzzled—a livestream so soon? He tapped on the livestream before he knew it, albeit muting it. He soon realized that it was a guest streaming live from the bar, but millions of viewers had already leaped into the livestream, with the live chat never stopping for a moment. Claire handily reached for her Bluetooth earphones as she was interested too, but Charlie's sharp ears could pick

“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.”

Someone even started a live broadcast, and the number of viewers kept increasing. Coincidentally, Chiara was chatting with Lyla in the room at the moment. She was surfing social media. When she saw the title of the live broadcast, she was a little puzzled. “Is Ivanka having an interview?”

“Livestreaming?” Harvey asked. “Hmph. Country bumpkin.” Hazel pouted and grabbed Harvey’s phone from his hand, downloaded an application called Durin, and then searched for a channel. “See this? This is livestreaming. Mordu’s Kaizen Group is the one that set up this platform. The app is called Durin. Here’s my channel, you can have a look.” Hazel then returned to her room to continue livestreaming.

"Good. I checked this morning and couldn't find anything on it. But we have to be on the lookout, just incase anyone else decides they want to play games." He watched her through squinted brows and saw her nodding away. There was something else, Chase thought. He clenched his fists in his pockets. "Yes sir. I understand, but that's not the issue." She pulled out her iPad without any further words, and turned the screen to Chase's eyes. It was video, Chase noted. Nora clicked on the "play" icon, and Selene's dollface filled the screen immediately. It appeared to be a live recording of a Livestream session on I*******m. Only his ex-wife - was not her usual dolled up self.

Sarah couldn't get the mysterious hotel owner out of her head. She had spent the rest of her shift replaying the encounter in her mind, trying to make sense of the strange emotions he had stirred within her. As she walked home, her thoughts were still consumed with him. She wondered what he was doing at that very moment, whether he was thinking about her too. It was silly, she knew, but she couldn't help it. She was intrigued. When she got home, Sarah flopped down on her couch and pulled out her phone. She couldn't resist the urge to look up the hotel owner online. She found a few articles about him, describing him as a successful entrepreneur who had built his fortune from the ground up.

Esther changed into a dress on the cruise ship and applied careful and stunning makeup. "Esther, look at how much attention you're getting on social media. Start a live stream directly later." Esther understood Jasper's intention immediately. She hesitated momentarily and asked, "Will Bradley be able to trace my location through the IP address if I start a live stream?" "He will!" Jasper said firmly. "That's why your live stream must last precisely three to five minutes. Once Bradley realizes it, you won't be able to die." "Understood."

Clips of the livestream were spread everywhere, accompanied by sensational but not exactly accurate commentary to guide viewers into coming up with conspiracy theories. The curiosity in the comment section quickly evolved into a breeding ground for speculation. One comment stood out. "Here's the rundown: first, Lorraine and the Thesis Lady were both in a relationship with the same man. Then, Thesis Lady was accused of stealing Iridium-192 from her workplace, a substance that can kill. Lorraine then fainted during a livestream. "So, logic says that Thesis Lady used Iridium-192 to murder Lorraine remotely."