Lynn Loud Live Action

Tru Parker didn’t know how ideal her life was until everything normal and safe evaporated in an instant. With her mother gone and nightmares plaguing her sleep, it takes the iron will of her best friend to help her fit in again at school. But that’s hard to do when supernaturals start popping up all around her -- and she learns that one of them killed her mother. Even worse, she realizes she might not be human herself. You’d think that the two swoon-worthy guys dogging her steps at school would make life better, but deciding who to trust only comes after more heartbreak, danger, and self-discovery. Unlikely alliances form around Tru, and together they work to debunk supernatural lore and decipher a prophecy that places two people in the center of it -- the boy she’s falling in love with and herself. The TRUE NATURE SERIES is created by KAREN LYNN BENNETT, an eGlobal signed author.

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. The other players all chose to die of old age, or peacefully in their sleep like a baby. I turned my phone to face the boss. "My fans think you're hot," I stammered. "They want me to be killed by... well, by the weapon between your legs. They said 'deeply.' Is that... an option?" The other players whispered among themselves. “This woman must have a death wish.” “Just watch. The Boss is about to tear her to shreds.” But no one expected the Boss to blush.

My daughter was violated and killed, yet her death was ruled a suicide. After seven failed appeals, I kidnapped the chief prosecutor’s daughter. I tied the chief prosecutor’s daughter to an autopsy table and publicly addressed the prosecutor’s office in a live stream. “I performed the autopsy myself. My daughter didn’t kill herself. She was murdered. “I’ll give you seven chances. Release the actual evidence and name the murderer publicly. Each time a chance runs out, I’ll remove one of her body parts.” The chief prosecutor and his wife knelt on the floor. They begged me desperately to spare their daughter. “The evidence proves your daughter took her own life. Stop this madness now and let my daughter go. She’s innocent.” Viewers in the live stream called me insane. They said I had lost my mind with grief and was taking it out on an innocent person. I ignored their contempt. With a sneer, I picked up a scalpel and pressed it against the judge’s daughter’s abdomen. “The clock is ticking. Hurry up and reveal the true murderer now.” I knew perfectly well the real murderer was watching the stream at that very moment.

Loud music, smoke scattered everywhere, and lots of crazy people dancing their asses out. She was sitting on the corner, still thinking about how her beautiful morning, turned into a disaster. How is her so-called silent life ruined because of one asshole who-she-called Boss? She was fired because of an unreasonable reason. And now, here she is, drinking her ass out because tomorrow will be another day. She drinks and drinks then starts dancing to the tune of electro music. She slowly opened her eyes as she felt something was moving beside her. And suddenly, reality strikes her. Who the fuck this guy beside her? At bakit wala siyang saplot?

My nanny, Lucci Eyre, liked to call herself an independent, modern woman. She used to tell me every day to be self-reliant, do my own laundry and cooking, take care of the kids by myself, and even suggested that I divorce my husband. Later on, I found out that she was actually a social media influencer. Without asking for my permission, she made a series of videos trying to make me look pathetic as a Stepford wife. She also stole my jewelry and clothes. After I fired her, she accused me in the live stream of being a rival female competitor and pandering to men. Then one of her crazy fans tricked her way into my home and poisoned me. When I woke up again, I was reborn to the day I discovered that her social media account had millions of followers. ‘Since you're so into live streaming and making short videos, why not show everyone who you really are and let them see the independent woman that you are?’

Once again, my wife, Claire Winters, stabbed me with a silver needle. A reporter tracked me down and asked, "Louis Sterling, wasn't your wife, Claire, one of the winners of the National Inspiration Awards from ten years ago? She won the reward for saving you during the earthquake and ending up paralyzed from the waist down, right?" I stayed quiet for a moment, then nodded. "Louis, we're from a TV station, and we're producing a tenth anniversary special about the earthquake." I rubbed my arm, which was covered in tiny needle marks, and looked her straight in the eye. I replied, "That's fine, but can you keep the cameras discreet? Claire isn't used to being in front of so many lenses." However, I never expected that on the very first day of the live broadcast, I would be dragged onto the trending charts and torn apart online.

Six months after our divorce, my ex-wife, Shanon Reich went viral with her new influencer boyfriend, Tobias Hunt, gaining over ten million followers. One day, by sheer accident, I scrolled into their livestream and saw my three-year-old daughter, Ginny Herbert, trapped inside a car. She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. Her little face was flushed, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. She looked utterly helpless. Shanon didn't smash the window, nor did she call the police. Instead, she laughed brightly at the camera. "Thank you to our top fan for the moneybag gift!" Then she grinned and said, "Send another moneybag! I'll smash the window once I get it, okay?" I lost my mind. I raced over like a madman and wrenched the car keys out of her hand. "Leomund Herbert! Are you insane?" she screamed. "Do you know how much this stream is worth? It's just a little heat! She's not going to die!" I held my daughter in my arms. Her tiny body was limp, and she was barely conscious. With reddened eyes, I pointed at her and shouted, "Shanon Reich! You will pay for this!"

Likas na kay Julius ang pagiging babaero. Simula nang tumuntong siya ng high school ay kinahiligan niya na ang pagpapalit-palit ng babae.Laro lang sa kanya ang pakikipag-relasyon, not until he met Ezra; the drop dead gorgeous transferee of their department.Mabilis siyang nahumaling sa dalaga, kaya naman pinagsikapan niyang makuha ang loob nito. Masyado itong tahimik at mailap, kaya naman medyo nahirapan siya sa paglapit palang dito. Pero hindi niya ito sinukuan, hanggang sa tuluyan niya nang makuha ang matamis nitong oo.Pero isang paalala ang sinabi nito sa kanya na binilin nitong huwag na huwag kalilimutan..."Kung ano'ng ibigay mo sa 'kin, gano'n rin ang ibibigay ko sa 'yo, Honey; ng higit pa."At sa hindi niya maipaliwanag na kadahilanan ay parang bigla itong nagbigay ng hindi maipaliwanag na kaba sa kanya.

For over a century, the only remaining vampire of the powerful McCain bloodline, Lynn McCain has wandered around the world slaughtering human families for sport and vengeance. One such human, Brad Callaway, a survivor of her onslaught has decided to revenge on Lynn. Surprisingly she decides to keep him as a pet and a blood bank. The two hate and despise each other to the core but as time goes by somehow they both realize they were meant to be. As much as they bury the hatchet, now the biggest problem is co-existing with one mortal and another capable of living for eternity. Not to mention the enemies Lynn has collected over the years of brutality, specifically her half a century dead Ex-boyfriend Ludwig who has just woke from the dead.

It was New Year's Eve. We were streaming live when my brother called. I spoke first, "I wish you peace and a happy, long life." He gave a cold laugh. "Yeah, well, I don't want you to have any of that. I hope you spend the rest of your life in misery." I'd cut him off the year he was flat broke. Now that he was successful, this was the first thing he did—get back at me. I kept my tone calm. "I wish you peace and a happy, long life." He sounded annoyed. "Cut it out. There's no way I'm wishing you well. If I have to say something, then I hope you stay miserable forever." The host hesitated, then chimed in, "Ben, that was just a recording of Hailey's message. And yes, when she left… she was in a lot of pain and quite miserable, just like you hoped for."