Live Streaming Novels & Stories

My world fell apart over an encrypted link from the dark web. My husband, Don Marcello, was there on our marriage bed, pounding into another woman. All the top bosses in North America were watching. He held her in his arms, laughing about me. His fragile, naive little trophy wife who could never leave him. Even the live chat was a stream of insults. Calling me the useless wife who couldn't even get her husband into bed. But the worst part? The way he acted when I found out. He grabbed my chin. Told me the whole disgusting betrayal was just "an act to keep our allies happy." He even let his mistress brag about it to every socialite in the city. My humiliation became their afternoon entertain

I give relationship advice online, helping the lovesick and heartbroken work through their problems. One night a young man called into my livestream. A wealthy woman had been keeping him for seven years. Now he wanted to go home and get married, but she'd threatened to kill herself if he left. I gave him the standard advice. "You want out? Go to her husband. Tell him the truth. Give everything back." Three days later a property deed arrived, along with dozens of luxury-car keys and more than a hundred designer bags. Then my phone lit up with a transfer notification. Eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The note read: "Thanks for the advice. Returning everything to its rightful own

When Bernard Talbot, the zoo director, finally tracked me down, I was focused on holding up my phone and live-streaming. The comments on the screen were scrolling past at lightning speed. "Holy shit! A livestream of someone falling into the tiger enclosure? Dude, you're a legend!" "How did that kid fall in? Poor thing!" "Why is he just filming instead of helping? Where's the rescue team?" "Keep it steady, man! Sending you a galaxy right now! This exclusive angle is insane!"

He fell back into his leather chair, gasping, the blood from his leg staining the white rug. ​Elena scrambled to Lucas, pulling his head into her lap. He was dazed, blood trickling from his hairline, but his eyes were open. ​"The monitors," Lucas wheezed. "The feed... it’s live." ​Elena looked up. The monitors weren't just showing the house. Julian had been preparing for his campaign launch the system was hooked up to a high-speed uplink for a live stream to his supporters. ​Julian had forgotten to turn off the broadcast.

“I’ve been such a slut in my head, Lucas. Fantasizing about strange men running a train on me. Four big cocks stretching my pussy, ass, and throat while I scream like a whore. Would you like that? Seeing your wife get turned into a cum-covered mess?” I was lost in it now—bobbing my head frantically, slurping and gagging, my fingers frantically rubbing my clit under the lingerie. My heavy tits bounced with every movement. I didn’t notice that in my lust-drunk haze, instead of hitting record… I had accidentally started a live stream to my social media. Every filthy moan, every wet suck, every depraved word I spoke was being broadcast live to hundreds of people—supporters, donors, journalists,

Her enthusiasm was infectious, even in the face of apparent disadvantage. The live stream's popularity continued surging upward. Constantly updated trending topics attracted more viewers by the minute. Comments flooded across screens like digital waterfalls. Finally, both she-wolves faced the cameras and nodded their readiness. The live painting duel had officially begun!

Everyone wanted to know what Catherine was going to do after being silent for so long. Branden finally finished negotiating with a group of partners. As soon as he got into the car, he couldn't wait to glance at Paxton. Immediately understanding, Paxton put the computer that had been set up in front of Branden. On the screen was the live event where Catherine was. Seeing that the number of likes of the other three groups kept skyrocketing and some strange things were frantically popping up while Catherine's group got nothing, Branden frowned slightly. "What's this?" Glancing at it, Paxton quickly applied what he had just learned about live streaming.

“No, I don’t do stupid things like that.” Also, even if she wanted to do so, she did not have to discuss it with him. She could afford it easily. Charmine hugged his waist and said, “Do you know live streaming is a big thing now?” “Hmm?” Anthony looked at her. “You want to go live?” “Yes.” Charmine smiled at him. “And I need you to help me.” Anthony thought for a while and seemed to have figured out what she wanted to do. He nodded and said, his tone affectionate, “You may do anything to me during the live stream.”

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

Whatever I had sniffed from that damn incense was strong, maybe even more than the aphrodisiac I had taken in the past. “It's obvious, Leslie. They are here to help you have a good time," she winked. "You are insane!” I looked up at her, my veins popping in my neck. "I'm not even done yet. Let me get to the juicy part.” She glanced at one of the men and I watched with bated breath as he set up a tripod with a camera. “It is going to be live streamed for the whole world to see.” “What?" “Every single person that loves and respects you is going to watch you passed around by four men,” she laughed. "Including that proud husband of yours. It makes me wonder how you would continue to live on afte