Live Streaming Novels & Stories

"Since you want justice, I'll give you justice. Ladies and gentlemen, open your eyes wide and watch carefully." I pressed Enter. The live stream was instantly cut off and replaced by a video.

Lorelei scolded while pointing at Lucille. Like fireworks, Lorelei's words exploded in Sabrina's mind, as well as everyone else's in the Johnson residence. "W-What did you say, Lorelei?" Sabrina asked in disbelief. "This bitch, Lucille, has been live streaming. Everything that happened earlier was broadcast online. There are already several hundred thousand viewers in this bitch's livestream!" Lorelei explained. Lorelei constantly calling Lucille a "bitch" immediately infuriated the viewers, causing them to swarm the live chat.

The elderly residents in the neighborhood had just returned from their morning walk when they saw Aria standing in front of the clinic, tinkering with something. Someone asked, "What are you doing here, Aria?" Aria stifled a yawn before answering, "Live streaming." Live streaming? All the neighbors found this fascinating. Live streaming was a novelty to them, despite their frequent browsing of TikTok and Instagram. They gathered around Aria, eager to see how she would livestream.

"Med school was a waste on him—he can't even match a vet." As the insults scrolled by like wildfire, I didn't even flinch. I let out a soft chuckle and addressed the camera casually, "Thanks for your attention and support, everyone. Don't forget to like, follow, and tip if you want. Feel free to upgrade to a premium membership." A young doctor suddenly charged at me, knocking my phone to the floor. "Are you out of your mind? Your ex-wife's life is on the line in isolation, and you're live-streaming for tips?"

“Have they?” “The public has a new story every week.” “That does not mean you healed on their schedule.” I looked toward the lamp. “In the dream, the phone is always still recording.” Chase’s jaw tightened. “I try to stop the livestream, but I can’t.” My throat closed slightly. “And everyone sees me before I understand what is happening. They see my face. They hear me breathe. They decide what I feel before I know it myself.” Chase said nothing. I continued because stopping felt harder now.

He smiled contentedly. After three hours, Lilith's studio announced that the live stream would be broadcast simultaneously on different platforms. Shawn smirked, "Looks like this live stream can ensure she lives a worry-free life." Luke, looking at the gathered data, replied, "Joint live streaming on five platforms, each platform charging 5 million. Plus advertising fees, etc." Suddenly, Shawn took out his phone and opened the TikTok account that his assistant registered for him two days ago. "How do you give tips on this thing?" He planned to give Ivy a tip during the live stream.

"We shouldn't waste our time on someone like this!" "Let's go watch Chloe's stream instead!" Within minutes, my viewer count dropped by more than half. Then, my livestream got shut down because someone reported me for fake streaming. I wouldn't be getting the prize money today. My dream of arranging a decent funeral for myself shattered. "Wipe that blood off yourself. It's disgusting to look at!" Julian said, staring at me with disgust. Dominic didn't spare me a glance either. In their eyes, the blood on me was all fake.

I stood up and walked over to the computer, booting up the livestreaming service. I took a deep breath before I started the livestream. The number of viewers immediately shot up to one million. Countless comments flooded the livestream, criticizing me. "Finally found the guts to start livestreaming again, huh?" "Did you know that someone taught your mother a lesson today? She got what she deserved." "That woman posted another video today. She said it'll be all your fault if she can't find her son in this lifetime." "You cold-blooded mutt! Get out of the livestreaming scene!"

“That’s too cool, bro! I’ve never seen three hundred million in cash. Can’t wait!” As he watched the comments popping up on the screen, Leon’s smirk deepened. He usually liked to stream about dating girls in his car and similar content, and those were very well-received. Today, it was his first time streaming about someone with an egg on his face, and Leon was ecstatic. How exhilarating! A live stream about someone with an egg on his face! Leon was blooming on the inside, thinking that his fame as a streamer was about to rise. To prove his point, his die-hard fans started sending him virtual gifts.

“Next time for the live broadcast, Pull the antenna directly. Bring a few more phones and prepare the power source. I don’t believe that the line will be cut off again.” “I’m going to die. Streamer, if you still don’t come, I’m going to commit suicide.” Under the bombardment of the netizens, more than ten minutes passed, but the live broadcast was still not on. “It’s not on yet, I’m really going crazy.” “My plane’s finished. You’re not on the air.” “Boo-hoo-hoo! I’m gonna cry.” Soon, the live broadcast room was flooded, all by so-and-so hollowed out sentences.