Live Streaming Novels & Stories

I pulled back from the hug, rubbing the back of my hand against my teary eyes. “What is it?” Laura instantly straightened her posture. “It’s nothing, sweetie. Marcus was just...” “It isn’t nothing,” Marcus cut in, stepping fully into the living room, his face incredibly pale. He looked at me, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and panic. “Miss Vance... there’s a livestream happening right now. On every major platform.” I frowned, my brow furrowing as I looked between the two of them. “A livestream? By who?”

I let out a soft laugh. “Jasper, seeing how busy you are right now, shouldn’t I add a little more fuel to the fire?” Without caring what Jasper might be thinking, I slowly opened a livestream.

I booted up X and logged into my main account that I hadn't dared to touch for two days. The red notification counters on my private messages and mentions were still ticking upward at a frantic pace. Ignoring them completely, I went straight to the live stream function. I set the title, "My Response to the Recent Events." Then, I pressed the "Start Livestream" button. Right before going live, my palms were slick with sweat. When the camera flickered on, I took a deep breath. Because of the recent controversy, thousands of people had been camping out on my account. In an instant, tens of thousands of viewers flooded into the room.

The production show's camera drones fly right into the room, starting the live morning broadcast and allowing the entire MoonNet Circle audience to watch us cook together. The early morning livestream has a moderate crowd active on the net, with thousands of eager fans waiting for the feeds to click on. The second the camera goes live, viewers are greeted by the super domestic sight of my wolf deeply engrossed in rolling out fresh dough while the fierce world champion diligently chops meat by my side. Realizing that the network broadcast is officially running, I turn toward the floating drones and greet the viewers with a friendly, warm smile. Since several villagers had delivered a huge pil

Let’s talk this out properly. Only for Mira to scream back, "Leave me alone! Unless I get the money today, I’m not moving!" "I’m right, aren’t I, everyone?! "And to those new joining the stream, check the links in the shop below! Don’t miss out!" That’s right. Mira had been livestreaming and selling products every day for the past week. Even if I didn’t pay her so-called emotional damages, she’d already made a fortune. When a reporter asked her to shut the stream down, she slapped the woman across the face. "Stay out of my business! My viewers deserve to see this live. I’m doing this for them!"

Meanwhile, Cleo and the other girls pulled out their phones, giggling like it was all a party. Some of them even went live on social media. Cleo beamed into her camera and said sweetly, "Alright, everyone, send me some gifts! I'm livestreaming a toilet bath—an exclusive human-shower special! Hahaha!" Viewers, having no idea what was actually happening, began flooding into the stream. The viewer count skyrocketed. Some sick-minded people even started spamming gifts and shouting for a full face reveal.

When Elaine thought of this, she pretended to be surprised and said, “Are you speculating in shares now? When I saw that you’ve made so much money, I thought that you were also following other people’s example of engaging in live broadcasts now. Isn’t live streaming really popular now? I heard that making money on live broadcasts is even faster than robbing! It is said that the most powerful anchor earns more than ten or twenty billion dollars a year!” Hannah smiled somewhat unnaturally and said casually, “Hey, let me tell you, Elaine, live streaming is just a new thing for young people to play with! We are already old ladies, s

“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.”

It wasn't until she got into Larissa's car that she smacked her thigh in triumph and exclaimed, "I remember now! That's the guy from LuminoLive! He tried to get me to join them last time, but I refused." LuminoLive was the only live-streaming platform that could rival StreamWave. The country's most popular anchors were predominantly on these two platforms. Seeing someone having a meal with Lana, it was obvious what it meant. However, it remained unclear whether LuminoLive was attempting to poach Lana or if Lana herself wanted to jump ship.

When the lab's findings hit the livestream, the chat detonated. [The video is fake! Wendy was lying!] [So the wound on her belly is fake too! She was never pregnant!] [We got played. Wendy, you horrible woman!] [I was just cursing at May… I was cursing at a dead woman…] There was no blood left in Wendy's face. She watched the chat she had whipped into a frenzy turn on her one comment at a time. Her lips were shaking. "That isn't… That isn't what happened." She turned to Tristan.