My Boyfriend Called Me A Stranger On Livestream Novels & Stories

Bailey’s p.o.v “It was quite expected.” The stranger replies, smiling at me. “Are you also having problems? Is that why you’re here at the beach?” “No, I actually came here with my boyfriend.” “Oh,” I say nodding. “ You can get back to him and enjoy the rest of your night, I’m good.” “He doesn’t mind," he replies, looking down briefly at his phone. “And I can spare a couple of minutes talking.” He says before glancing in the direction where his boyfriend was before turning his attention back to me.

It eventually got the better of him, causing him to throw up everything in his stomach. Madison's cloying voice kept going. "What's wrong, babe? You're alone in Imperia. You'd break my heart if you don't take care of yourself. Time, distance, qualifications… All of those things don't matter if our hearts are one. I'll always be waiting for you." Shawn jerked his head up and roared into the phone, "Get the fuck away from me and die, you filthy slut!" Then, he hung up. A big wave of viewers flooded the livestream during its last few moments. Plenty of them recorded the scene, edited it, and posted it all over the Internet. The whole livestreaming site nearly crashed.

Ava’s POV ​I didn’t know my boyfriend was cheating on me until someone handed me the video. ​"Ava… don’t freak out, okay?" Lily whispered as she handed me the phone. ​"Why would I—" ​"Just… watch." ​It was a livestream. The comments were pouring in and the views kept rising. When I saw the username, my stomach did a slow flip. It was Nina, my roommate. She was a content creator, always chasing views, but this stream didn't just break my heart, it shattered my entire world.

I wanted to scream. I slumped onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. My phone buzzed against the cushion. I almost ignored it, but I wanted to check if it was Jessica. Maybe she wanted to apologize. When I unlocked it, my breath caught. The livestream replay. Already uploaded. Already spreading. Over fifty thousand views. My face was blurred, but my body wasn’t. Every angle, every sound, it was out there for strangers to feast on. And at the top, a pinned comment:

My hand slid down and gripped his dick through his pants while I moaned into his mouth. He pushed me back suddenly. “Hey! What the fuck are you doing?” I laughed, biting my lip. “Oh,come on… tell me you don’t like it. You felt that, right? Why not enjoy this moment with me tonight? Just you and me… Never let go.” “I have a girlfriend and we came together… Are you crazy? Who would kiss a stranger just like that? If you're drunk then go sit your ass down.” he said, his voice loud and harsh.

I let out a deep sigh, closing my eyes briefly. “Do you want to tell me about it now?” Layla asked, stepping into the room and hanging up her coat. “You can’t just say it’s nothing. I saw you half-naked with your clothes on the floor.” I looked up at her, the headache dulling my ability to react sharply. I took a deep breath, struggling to stay calm. “Layla, I slept with a stranger.” Her eyes widened in shock as she quickly sat down on the opposite couch. “What? How could you sleep with a total stranger?”

As if I was nothing more than a stranger taking up space. Yvonne offered a small smile. Duke gave me a nod. But it was Giselle who broke the ice, bounding over to me like a ray of sunshine. “Wow! Girl, you’re gorgeous. What’d you grow up drinking, huh—pretty juice?” she teased, grabbing my arm. Her warmth made me laugh for real. The camera caught it all—and just like that, the live stream exploded. “I NEED this girl’s profile. STAT.” “Who is she?! Why hasn’t she been launched before?!”

I have a boyfriend. “I don’t have time for this.” I scoffed but my voice came out thinner than I expected. "I'll keep it short. You have to get out of here," he said, stepping away from me but his grip on my hand remained. "Yeah yeah I'm not safe blah blah miss me with that bullshi—" I didn't finish my sentence. A huge explosion sounded from behind, and the stranger threw himself over me, crushing me against his chest as our body rolled on the ground My chest pressed against his, and the smell of gunpowder and blood stung my nose.

His grip was firm, and it made my hand ache. When we got downstairs, I jerked my hand away. "Ouch! Stop!" I rubbed my wrist and snapped, "Say what you need to say already!" Suddenly, Jason pulled me close, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Winter, I've figured it out. That day when you woke up, you asked me who I was, right? Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Jason Patel, and I'm your boyfriend." At that instant, our heartbeats thudded violently, echoing between us. In the depths of his bloodshot eyes, all I could see was me.

Low, breathless murmurs and disgusting kissing sounds. ​I crept down the hallway, leaning the heavy metal bat silently against the wall right outside the bedroom door. I was going to ruin their entire existence before the world even ended. ​I pulled out my phone. Thanks to my hobby of posting fitness and lifestyle snippets, I had accumulated a pretty decent social media following—nothing massive, but enough to cause a massive scene. And with a lot of reshare, surely the news will fly. I tapped into the streaming app, set the title to something sweet and innocent: "Surprising my boyfriend at his place! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥", and hit the live stream button.