Kangel Needy Streamer Novels & Stories

Just because she agreed to listen to her rant on why she loves her favourite superstar, she's smiling like she passed her examinations with flying colours. Rich people indeed have no real life problems. They are just in their own world. Gemma had concluded so many times. “Kayden Kings is a 23-year-old from New Lando. He became a music sensation at the age of 16, after realising his first hit song "dream" which amassed over 28million streams on the first day, making him the most streamed artist with a debut song and since then, he has been on a roll. Hits after hit, breaking records here and there.” Ava paused to see Gemma, who was paying attention.

My friends hugged me goodbye, promising to check the stream later. “Text us when he cries happy tears,” Sarah called. The drive to Logan’s luxury penthouse downtown felt exciting. He kept the place for “team recovery” and late nights, though we spent most time at my apartment. I parked in the underground garage, balancing the cake carefully as I headed up in the private elevator. The livestream stayed on, my followers loved these real-life moments. “Almost there, guys,” I whispered to the camera, keeping my voice low. “He has no idea. Shh!”

In the end, they threw him out and left him to rot. Not long after, while researching online, an ad popped up: [Sexy dealer live now.] It was another clickbait from one of those scam syndicates. But something about the woman caught my eye. I leaned closer to take a better look. It was Janey. She posed in a bikini, smiling, swaying seductively for the camera. She really had become a streamer—though where she was broadcasting from, no one knew. As for Nick and Nathan, they vanished from sight. No one ever saw them again.

I hit go live, smile at the camera, and prepare to let the words fall, but then I see it. DarkDevil has joined. “Hey loves… big news tonight. This might be my last stream for a while. Maybe forever. I’ve met someone who doesn’t share well, and I’m starting to think I don’t want him to.” The chat explodes. MrBigShot: babe don’t leave us HungHorse88: keep going we’ll pay anything TipLord99 tipped £100: one last show please. DaddyWantsIt tipped £200: name the bastard NightKing: no fucking way

GirlGoneWild, the more exclusive site where I’m supposed to do one-on-one shows for my highest spenders. Before I can open the app, a bunch of texts from kittentamer pops up. Kittentamer: Good girl. I knew you'd choose wisely. Kittentamer: Now for the real offer. Kittentamer: 100k every night, I'll cash app it right now but on one condition. Kittentamer: You'll do no more streams, or take any other clients. Kittentamer: Just us two, you'll do exactly what I say for an hour and I'll pay extra for extended time.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

They can easily attract any men if they want to. Nana Taylor who is a cousin of Nick is a famous streamer on an online platform that features videos of popular and professional gamers. Whenever she stream her playing online games she always get about a thousand viewers and get donations that amount up to five hundred dollars every time. She's a good player that can even be considered as a pro.

My voice echoed, small. And even before I saw water this river stink found me oil, dead fish, wet cement. I walked toward it because that gut pull said to me. Each step felt like dragging along a leash I couldn’t see. The mate-bond, I guess. I’d never met Kael Blackthorn, just heard the stories: the Alpha who left cooling bodies in his footsteps, who laughed as he ripped challengers into shreds. The notion should have scared me into looking elsewhere. Instead my legs kept going, which had been rented by something in the world.

I posted another comment. [Benjamin, I'd rather you were truly broke, hauling steel bars every day.] He froze in front of the camera. The comments surged. [See that? She wants you to haul steel bars.] [Go do it. Maybe she'll forgive you.] [If she forgives you, we forgive you.] His eyes widened. Something like hope flickered in them. He opened his mouth to speak, but the livestream cut off. Some claimed he had been about to promise he would haul steel bars and that his family killed the feed. Others said he panicked and ran. A pampered heir would never set foot on a construction site.

Recently, their livestreams started attracting a high-roller with the username "SHADOWKING," who would casually drop hundreds of dollars in gifts every day. He became a regular in both Layla’s and Linda’s streams, showering them with virtual presents while they fawned over him, calling him “darling” and praising him endlessly. It wasn’t long before he began sending them private messages, sweet-talking and asking for a chance to meet in person. Through some digging, I discovered his true identity—he was one of the thugs from my past life. The account wasn’t even his alone; it was shared among a few of them, pooling their resources.