Intrigue Live Stream Novels & Stories

“I know the baby is mine and I’ve told you I accept that. We have eight months to work it out.” My phone starts vibrating again. It can’t be nothing. It’s almost midnight. I pull it out this time. Lena. I read the message notification that flashes across. Answer now! I answer. “What?” “Babe, this is streaming live somehow. Shut it down,” Lena says. “It already has a million views.” I go cold. “What?” “It’s online. Shut it down now,” Lena repeats. I move closer to Calder and say it low. “It’s on the internet. Live streaming.”

Maybe taking his search online and posting a missing person notice could be the key to finding Nicole. Without hesitation, he instructed his assistant to start a livestream immediately. In the livestream, Tristan’s eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles beneath them. It was rare for Tristan to go live, and with the recent news about Nicole’s plunge into the river, the stream quickly drew a large audience.

A new phone had also been provided for her, though she avoided using any of her real information because she knew very well that she was technically still a wanted criminal. One afternoon, Myra laid lazily on the bed while scrolling through random videos online. Suddenly, she paused after seeing a trending livestream clip that had blown up only a few minutes ago. The views had already crossed ten thousand. Her brows slowly furrowed when she saw the face on the screen. It was Lyka. Myra hesitated briefly before pressing play. Lyka appeared looking pitiful and heartbroken. Her makeup was ruined slightly while her eyes looked swollen and red from crying. “Hello everybody…” she sobbed softly. “I

"Exactly! You can just focus on doing interviews. I guarantee that you'll become explosively popular!" "The kid will never believe you!" "Isn't the recent gossip about Jonathan and his ex-stepmother? What if a bombshell drops and the live stream becomes blocked?" "It's alright. Even if the kid is blocked, there's still Giselle. Both of them have elite family backgrounds and are very wealthy. They won't be blocked for long." "They can just speak in code so that only the fans will understand. The platform won't be able to detect it then. They won't do anything to the live stream."

While drinking tea, Renee also received a notification for a viral livestream. "Jewelry studio intern with R.L seduces married man." Unfortunately, Renee was the only person with the initial R.L in the entire studio. How was this any different from directly naming her? But Annie had been too hasty. Catching cheaters on livestream? It wasn't clear yet who would end up ruined. In the livestream, shadowy figures moved in the dim room. Beyond the cursing, faint romantic music could be heard.

"If she's lying, why does he sound so nervous?" "Hold on, let's hear her out." "Preston," I said, my voice still calm. "Since you're here, why don't we have a public discussion about the technical issues?" "There's nothing to discuss! You're a washed-up loser!" The viewer count broke ten thousand. I turned back to my camera. "Everyone, let's switch over to the Sterling & Locke livestream and watch their mock trial in progress." I pulled up their stream on my screen. The mock trial was underway.

"You ruined my life, Freya, so I'm going to destroy your reputation today! "Pin her down and strip her naked! I want the entire Internet to see her explicit photos!" Two thugs chuckled as they closed in on me. Instead of backing away, I took a step forward and calmly raised my blacked-out phone screen to aim it at them. "Smile, Skylar." He was visibly stunned. "What are you doing?" "Streaming live." I flashed the phone screen at them and announced in a loud, clear voice, "I just launched a stream on Twitch. Right now, everything is clearly streamed in real time to over 30,000 viewers. They're all watching you commit attempted kidnapping and gang assault."

"No, thank you." "Are you into murder mystery games?" Mila looked puzzled, "No, not really." "What about blackjack?" "No, I don't play." "Do you enjoy singing?" Mila shook her head. "I only sing the national anthem." "Do you do live streams?" the man asked. Mila, also known as the artist Inkwell with a large following, was aware of live streaming but had no interest in participating. She simply said, "No." The man's frown intensified. "Are you even from Earth? You seem clueless."

In the distance, in the cave's dark entrance, a pair of blue eyes glowed faintly. That night, AquaGene Corp's livestream platform went online on time. Within five minutes, the number of viewers shot to number one, and the chat exploded. "Holy crap! Two mermen! That's some serious money!" "Wake up. This is a survival contest. The loser's life is on the line." "Sylas is so gentle. He's always watching his master." I shut off the live stream and watched the two mermen, worth ten million dollars in total, sleeping in the tank via the monitor.

He wanted to know the exact time and duration of the live stream because he feared it might clash with his child's birthday. Life, however, had a funny way of affirming Murphy's Law for him: if something can go wrong, it will. With a sigh, Alex closed the document without reading further. NexRealm Studios wanted to take advantage of the New Year holiday traffic. However, worried that people would be busy celebrating on the night of December 31st and wouldn't tune in, they scheduled the stream for December 30th, which was a Saturday.