Intrigue Live Stream Novels & Stories

He needed something big, a massive spectacle to restore his image and pull attention away from the scandal, so he decided to move up the "third anniversary livestream." To make it work, he spent a huge amount of money hiring a so-called hacker, who claimed he had recovered all the deleted evidence of my "affair" from my phone. On the night of the stream, Matthias rented a professional studio with a giant projection screen. He tied me tightly to an iron chair in the center of the room with thick nylon ropes. To keep me from making any noise, he sealed my mouth with yellow tape. The lights came on, and the livestream began.

Just a simple, black-and-white headline. Adrain will be airing live at 10:00AM. It's an invitation and no one knew what to expect, but, they were eager to hear from him or know what he wants to say. Adrain has always been a centre of attention. Still, by 9:45 a.m., the livestream had nearly a million viewers. Inside the auditorium—spare, elegant, filled with clean light—journalists, young professionals, industry veterans, and many more gathered in silence. The air was charged, but reverent. Everyone knew something was different this time.

“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?”

More than 20,000 people were watching her live stream. When Zara Brown saw the reward amount, her eyes lit up slightly before she glanced at her opponent, Paige. She laughed inwardly. 'She's just a rookie with only more than 500 people watching her live stream after being live for a few hours, but I'm quite famous in Tigernet. I'm considered an Internet celebrity. How could this girl compete against me? So, this cash reward is meant for me.'

"What are you doing?" Brian smiled. "Live streaming, so that everyone can see how a beautiful figure like yours is being toyed with. And then... slowly die." "I've arranged for someone to arrive soon, someone you'll surely like. Enjoy yourself later." Isabella rolled her eyes in silence. She wished she could kick the person in front of her, but the ropes binding her were too tight, and combined with the drug she had been given earlier, she had no strength to struggle. Brian started the livestream. It was on a foreign website, known for broadcasting explicit content, with a considerable number of followers. Currently, a few scattered individuals began to join the stream.

As of now, Tim, who was from the United States, was additionally watching the live transmission at home. Be that as it may, as a been watcher watching livestreaming recordings for over 10 years, he wasn't exceptionally intrigued. He wasn't excessively inquisitive or amped up for it. He was so accustomed to it all that he was even burnt out on watching recordings on Pornhub. Be that as it may, this time, the title of one of the recordings on the Youtube landing page provoked his interest: "Passing Judge, the present preliminary is for assault and murder." Seeing the title, Tim was invigorated. "The title is excessively phony. How might this be communicated in real time? It can't be a game, ri

Albert frowned in confusion, while Tina screeched angrily, "How dare you try to waste our time! Quick! Press his thumbprint onto the document!" As soon as she finished speaking, Albert's phone rang. Once he took the call, he shot to his feet. "What did you say? There's a livestream?" His face went pale as he whipped toward me. "Evan Stone! You've been live-streaming everything?" Even Tina was stupefied. She quickly pulled out her phone. When she saw that clips of the stream had already spread across the Internet, she had a meltdown.

Rhett had just taken a cold, long, perfumed bath and was in his study room, drinking a strong cup of tea and going through the three paged review on Harvey - reported sights, security camera alerts, pattern of movement and with the the help of the data, (towards the end of the third page), possible locations and where the police had plans on raiding for the face at the very top of the review document. Mason and Madison were having a loud, heated debate about a reality TV show when Mr. Rhett's phone managed to ring louder than all their hubbub.

I pull on a simple black sweater, jeans and a large cap to hide my face from any reporter who might be hiding outside or anyone that can notice me. If I can get the director to tell the truth about him being drugged too, then the world will see that there is foul play somewhere and they will realize that someone set us up and that is my only ticket out of this nightmare. I am about to step out of my house when my phone pings again. It is the sounds of notifications, a massive wave of new alerts fills my screen. The titles are all in red which means it is a live broadcast happening right this second. Standing right by the door, I click on it in confusion, wondering what it is this time around

"Claire is a contracted artist under our company. All livestream interactions and fan-reward activities comply with platform regulations and industry standards. On what grounds do you call this fraud?" Simon's eyes were red as he raised his voice and shouted at my uncle. "You lured me in! You said I was supporting her dream! You said there'd be a chance to meet her!" Spittle flew as he raged, "You were just selling me empty promises to take my money!" My uncle smiled faintly and gestured to the side. The company lawyer immediately stepped forward with a tablet and presented a series of documents to the two officers. They were Starlight Media's business license, Claire's formal management con