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project. Alex Ye was indeed interested in the live promotion of "Star Path", but not for Brandon's sake. It was because Michelle Xia would be participating. He had been awaiting this live stream plan. Even though he was a major shareholder in NexRealm Studios, he wouldn't directly inquire about specific projects or promotional timings. He wanted to know the exact time and duration of the live stream because he feared it might clash with his child's birthday.

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam

VS: Gen: whatever Xhyro Gaming: so Xhyro: ano ginagawa mo VS: Gen: imagining how to break your skull in half Xhyro Gaming: yie iniimagine niya ‘ko Xhyro Gaming: ikaw siguro may crush sa’kin ‘no VS: Gen: in your face Xhyro Gaming: mags-stream na pala ako VS: Gen: oh Xhyro Gaming: aren’t u gonna watch me play Xhyro Gaming: accepted na rin kung ang mukha ko ipupunta mo ron Binaba niya pansamantala ang phone para ayusin ang set-up niya para sa stream. He’s gone from 20k to 25k followers and each time he streams, umaabot na iyon sa 400-500 viewers lagi. Even the comments are all so active and people keep giving him stars. Makakatulong iyon sa kanya.

"What the heck is wrong with this guy? Why does he keep acting like the streamer's a beggar? How rich is he anyway?" "I can't even stand looking at him. He's recording the streamer, too! He doesn't even realize that his own ugly behavior is being live-streamed, and he thinks he's the one 'exposing' someone else. Hah!" The viewers in the stream were indignant on my behalf. Meanwhile, Owen was completely unaware this was happening.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist, red nails digging into his back as he thrust into her with deep, familiar strokes. The sheets were tangled around them, her moans filling the room—loud, breathy, real. His grunts matched the rhythm, the slap of skin on skin echoing. For a second, everything froze. Then the cake box slipped from my hands. It hit the floor with a sickening splat, red velvet and white frosting exploding across the hardwood. The woman gasped. Logan’s head whipped around, eyes wide with shock. “Allie—fuck!” The livestream. Still rolling. Thousands of viewers now. The comments exploded in real time, but I couldn’t read them through the blur of tears.

They exchanged quick looks and dashed in front of her, blocking her path. Above, a drone camera blinked its red eye, and Helma's muscles coiled tight. Were they bold enough to pull something during a livestream? The ringleader of the boys met her guarded look and slowly dropped to one knee, his hands cradling—a love letter. "Miss King, I'm a huge fan. I've been smitten since your live streams!" The boy's cheeks flamed red. "Remember me? I'm 'Enduring Love.'" Helma was speechless.

"I'm almost home. I'll transfer the money first." The call ended. The livestream continued. "My sponsor just sent another 150,000 dollars and told me to buy the newest set of lingerie." She clicked her tongue and pouted at the camera. "Men like this have no concept of money. That set is, what, 30,000 dollars at most? Ugh, so annoying. He sent an extra 120,000 dollars. Fine. You can have it." One oversized cash drop after another burst across the screen. I tapped them in a steady, mechanical rhythm. My balance climbed from 100 dollars to 500 dollars, then 600 dollars, then 800 dollars.

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

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.

She was crying. ‘Help… me…. I beg…. you…’ she whispered suddenly, making my eyes grow wide in shock. Nightcrawlers, as far as I know, are driven purely by madness and don’t have the sanity to connect with anyone other than other nightcrawlers. They communicate their hunger, but this nightcrawler seemed to have a breakthrough. I turned to Valkerie for help. ‘What should I do?’ I asked as I watch her reach out her hand, which was covered in dark scales. Why haven’t I noticed that before?