Live Wire Novels & Stories

However, after that everything happened so fast. Another man beside the sofa slashed the blade he was carrying into Mrs. Maya’s right hand. Nadira gasped and so did the injured person. The red bloody wound looked deep and painful, but Mrs. Maya tried to endure it. The white skin of the woman grew pale. “If you say that again, you will die,” the man with the deep voice sneered. “Besides, I know you're lying. One of my men made the mistake of saying that someone would be tasked with taking the wolvire’s stuff to the hideout. We killed that guy, not knowing that it was you who was actually assigned. Is that right, Maya the Right Hand of INDICENT?"

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!"

"No heat. No fridge. No stove." "We have shelter. We have walls." "Walls that Lysander says are a fire trap." Cale opened his eyes. He looked at the ceiling. He looked at the exposed beams. "He was lying about the wiring," Cale said. "To hurt you." "Was he?" Cale scanned the room. His vision was grey-scale, but his perception of structure was intact. "The wiring is old," Cale admitted. "Knob and tube. Insulation is degrading."

"So... you finally met your match." I smiled as another cousin greeted us as we entered the living room of a huge mansion that belonged to none other than Eros' grandfather. "Nice to see you too, Mason." Eros replied sarcastically as he shoved his cousin playfully. I felt Eros pull me closer to him. "Too close, Tanner." I whispered to him as I elbowed his side. "We have to make them believe, housemate." He replied and just softly kissed my temple and pulled me even closer to him.

A detailed document popped up in another tab and my eyes skimmed through the page, landing on what I was looking for. "It does", I breathed, barely able to speak now from the pain. "Apparently, there's a wire at the back of their neck base. If we can cut the wire, the bot is rendered incapable". "That's surprisingly easy", Vivo put in, sounding gruffly sexy. "Any other thing on there?", Claude dismissed Vivo's statement, addressing me with another question instead. "Yes", I responded by luck. My eyes blurred as I tried to make out the letters and my gums began to throb.

I want to reach out and grab her sleeve, anchor her to me, but I do not because anchoring is how you become easy to measure. “How do you know this?” I ask. Livia’s gaze slides past me for half a second, toward the path. Then it returns. “Because I have seen the interface,” she says. I go still. “What interface?” Her fingers curl around something in the pocket of the coat. She pulls it out and holds it up, a small device no bigger than a matchbox. Matte black. A single light that glows faintly, almost shy. “A relay,” she says. “They don’t need to be in the room with her. They don’t need to be in the room with you. They built a loop that uses your bodies as transmitters.”

One day, I came across a live stream of my own house while scrolling through social media. "Check this out, guys. These are premium quality saffron. Look at the color of them! And I've got freshly caught cuttlefish here. Its tentacles are still moving. Let me show you how to kill this thing. "Today's challenge is cleaning the windows in a house that costs 2 billion dollars. Thank you for the gifts, guys!" Lilian Sherman was our housekeeper. She came from a rural village and had a hobby for livestreaming. Every day, she documented her life as a housekeeper working in a wealthy household.

The metal utensil seemed to stick to his fingers, held there by a faint magnetic pull rather than friction. Every time he took a bite, the lights above the island flickered. Blink. Buzz. Blink. "The wiring in this house is getting old," Damian said, not looking up from his newspaper. He was lying. The house was renovated three years ago. The wiring was state-of-the-art. "We should call an electrician," I said, playing along. "I'll put it on the list," Damian replied. We were protecting Leo from the truth of his own volatility. We were pretending that the

“And help the child… if it can.” Silence filled the room. I straightened slowly. “We’ll repeat this process. Every few hours. New mixtures. Fresh herbs. That’s the only way.” Lucious stepped forward, his voice tight. “They’ll wake up… right?” I hesitated. Then I spoke the truth. “Liam might not make it.” The words fell heavily. “And Aurora…” I continued softly, my throat tightening. “Her unborn child is struggling. The stress, the power she used… It’s too much. The baby may not survive.”

For a massive man, he made zero noise. They reached the perimeter fence. It hummed with electricity. "Ten thousand volts," Lycian whispered. "If I touch it, alarms trip." Arielle placed her hand near the wire. She didn't touch it. She pulled. The electricity jumped from the fence to her hand. It crackled and sparked. She absorbed it. The hum died. The lights on the fence flickered out. "Door's open," she whispered. Lycian cut the wire. They slipped inside.