Not Without My Daughter Streaming Novels & Stories

When I received a call from my daughter, Aurora Wilken, I shot up in bed and stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet. “Aurora, is that really you? It’s Mom.” The line crackled with static before her voice grew clearer. “Mom, didn’t we just pay the electric bill yesterday? The power went out. I’m so scared. Where are you, Mom? Please come home.” It was my daughter’s voice! There was no mistaking it!

understood. “What’d she tell him?” I asked. “Said she’d be watching the livestream and somebody better score.” I stopped walking. “There’s a livestream?” “Been one all season,” he said. “Your dad found it back in October.” I just stared at him. “They’ve been watching every game,” he went on. “Your parents. My dad started this month. Vera watches with her friend from the city. Jace started a group chat about three weeks ago.” “A group chat.”

For the sake of money, I had been the most hardworking employee in the entire company. I streamed for more than twelve hours a day. I played a corpse on camera, and while I was streaming, I could not move at all. I ate and slept in that cramped streaming room for three years without change. However, though I still greatly needed money, I was claiming that I wanted to resign. “You said what? Resign?” His voice shot up. “Sam, your daughter’s medical fees need to be paid, no?” I did not want to argue with him, so I ended the call.

When Irene was poking around my phone screen, she had unmuted the stream. As I replayed the livestream, I noticed that from the moment I started talking to Irene, many people had joined the stream. The chat went wild. [That daughter is so disgusting. She asked for money the moment she showed up, and she even thought that she got too little!] [She’s hopeless. Linda should have abandoned her the moment she realized that her daughter had turned out like this. Even a dog is better than such a daughter.]

“End this way? Christiana, everything has already ended for me. My marriage, my youth, my reputation. I’ve been a ghost for twenty years, waiting for this moment.” I glanced at Dad. He was too weak, his body sunken into the bed, sweat dripping down his temples. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a hoarse rasp came out, calling out mom’s name. The monitor beside him beeped frantically, betraying how fragile he was. He couldn’t help us. It was just me and Mom. I swallowed hard, tilting my phone slightly, angling the camera upward. The live-stream button was already pressed, broadcasting everything to my handful of followers. My fingers, hidden beneath the folds of my sweater, tappe

"Did you refurbish the shop, Mom?" Georgina's gaze was dark. "None of your business." "I'm your son, Mom. How is this none of my business?" Only now did Marshall decide to act as the responsible son. He set the supplements he'd bought down on the floor. "I heard you've been live streaming. Why are you doing that, Mom? It's embarrassing." Georgina took a deep breath. "I don't know why it'd be considered embarrassing; All I do know is that I can earn money with it to provide for myself. Are you done now? If you're done, you can get out of here now."

The screen flashed back to the frozen video of me and Leo. I could not move. I could not breathe. The phone was still in my hand. "Mom?" Ethan’s voice was small in my ear. "Mom, what is going on?" I looked at the TV. I looked at the woman on the screen. She looked like me, but she was a stranger. Her life was falling apart on live television. Leo had the money. My daughter was gone. My face was on the news. And my rival was about to attack. I had tried to fix one problem. Now I had lost everything.

"It's you, isn't it? Your microchip wasn't ready! You killed my daughter! Please, I'm begging you, save her! You have to take responsibility for your product!" She broke down in uncontrollable sobs, though no one could tell whether it was grief over losing me or despair over losing her control. As I watched her unravel, a bitter laugh rose in my chest. The whole thing was so tragically absurd. Even after I was gone, she was still trying to shift the blame, even though everything had started because of her. The livestream fell into eerie silence. Even the background music had stopped at some unknown point. Just then, a call request appeared on the screen.

Hill gave her a five million ‘gift’ today so she wanted to thank him in person. “Lily, you’ve just ended your stream?” asked Samantha, as she came downstairs. All the while her daughter made a lot of money, which made her exceptionally happy. Her daughter was beautiful, talented, and has the earning power—anyone would be happy for her as well. “Mother, I would like to buy a house. Our current house is too small. I want to buy a bigger one. I would be more comfortable doing my live stream too,” Lily said. As she gained in popularity, it is not too appropriate to constantly live stream in the living room. Furthermore, what if guests visited them? It would be extremely awkward, seeing that she

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus