Live Streaming Novels & Stories

The moment I started live streaming, the people around me started talking, and the comments flooded with insults. [Holy crap, this disgusting woman is actually live streaming! Does she have a death wish?] [Does she think people will forgive her after what she did to her son?] [She's just trying to make money off this. Don't support her. Report the stream and get her banned!] [Is anyone there in person? Can someone beat her up for me?] However, there were also viewers who had no idea what was going on. They flooded the comments with questions. [Wait, what did this lady even do to make everyone hate her this much?]

Langford. "Just you wait, Louise!" Mitchell spat out through clenched teeth, shooting me a vicious glare. I followed Dominic as they pushed open the livestream room door. Zachary was still in full performance mode, facing the camera and running his mouth without pause. "Guys, last three seconds! Order now, and we ship immediately. Guaranteed fresh!" "Please suspend your livestream temporarily for routine inspection," Dominic announced calmly, his voice cutting through the room and silencing the online comments.

Only a few young people were tinkering with it. But young people didn't understand the after-sales service of any platform, making it easy for others to take advantage of them, resulting in a loss of money. Lena saw the erected tents around her and knew that this group of people had been live streaming for a long time, but there was no one in the live room. She hurriedly walked over, and the few students who were live streaming saw her, their faces instantly became alert. "Was it you?" Lena's live stream room was featured on the official homepage of the live streaming platform these past few days.

This would allow for a steady and prolonged presence in the trending wave of short videos. She would release a video every few days. It kept her fans extremely excited. When she posted her fifth video, she finally pinned a top comment that read, "live stream tonight at eight". Suddenly, "Celeste's live stream" became the top search of the short-video platform. At 8:00 pm, Celeste had just gone live where there were already hundreds of thousands of users waiting. After ten minutes, there were more than a million users. Damon set an alarm for her live stream, but was late because he had to answer a call at that exact time.

“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.

Indra was more than happy to be onboard and signed the contract eagerly. Remy waited until she was done before letting out a broad smile. "Alright, let me take you to where the livestreams happen. You can get comfortable with the set, and you'll be able to start tomorrow." "Oh? Isn't this it?" Indra asked. Remy shook his head. "We're a streaming platform, and our working hours run extremely late. We'd be flooded with noise reports if we streamed from here, so our sets are usually out of town."

“It’s okay. If you don’t know, you don’t need to.” Naomi smiled at him gratefully. “Then… can I livestream from here?” “Livestream?” Naomi nodded. Her short videos on social media had gotten tons of likes, and her followers had been begging her to go live for ages. She figured, after so long without updating anything, she owed her fans some content. “Yeah, just a livestream on social media. I’ll do it from the lounge. I won’t disturb you.” Atlas’s voice was as calm and warm as always around her. “It’s fine. You can stream right here.”

“Has she worn the mask for so long that she actually believes it’s real?” Carter blinked, then shrugged. “Forget her. Shouldn’t you be prepping for your live stream?” “No need. I already know what I’m going to say.” Layla handed him her phone. “But I’m clueless about setting up a live stream. Help me out? Oh, and make sure to disable the gift feature.” Carter grinned. “On it!”

A woman was live-streaming herself, exuding an unspeakable charm that would drive men crazy. On the live-streaming page, only a few people were watching. The atmosphere was good—with praises refreshing the page non-stop. [My goddess is too beautiful.] [Your voice is so intriguing!] [Does my goddess need any assistance?] Darryl was amused yet confused as he looked at the screen. This ‘goddess’ was his wife, Lily. Why was she live-streaming at this hour? Was she not supposed to be busy with her company work? In the past three years of their marriage, she never really got involved with social media. Why did she live-stream out of the blue?

“Excuse me. Do any of you know Shirley Hancock? Is this the woman?” Staring at Michelle, Shirley was instantly dumbfounded. In the very next second, she abruptly reacted. “You... Are you that anchorwoman? Are you live streaming now?” ‘Oh my goodness!’ She really wanted to die this time. This miserable look of hers was being broadcast in the live stream channel that comprised hundreds of millions of viewers... How was this different from social death? As expected, there was an uproar in the live stream channel. Like those hailing from similar backgrounds to Young Master Wayne, several normally active patrons might have been privileged to see her in person or he