Oni Vtuber Novels & Stories

“But it was you that gave us this brilliant idea.” She sighed and leaned her head back onto my shoulder. “Okay, now we get down to business.” Gabe began. He looked over at Kellie and asked, “Are you sure you are up for this? We need this video to go viral as well as the first video did.” “Ava is good at getting videos to go viral. She works from home as an online influencer. She has several million subscriptions on her channels. She has YouTube, I*******m, and Tiktok. This will work.”

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Just voice notes, text, and—if you were brave—video. Designed for people who wanted connection without the mess of faces and futures. I created a profile in five minutes flat. Handle: VelvetRain Bio: “One night left me ruined. Looking for distraction that doesn’t ask questions.” Avatar: a close-up of rain-streaked window glass, nothing identifiable. I didn’t expect much. Just something to take the edge off. The first few matches were predictable. Dick pics (instant block). Boring small talk. A guy who wanted to role-play as professor and student (hard pass).

under my breath. But I smiled. Just a tiny one. The kitchen stayed quiet after Aunt Linda left. I rinsed my cup, went back upstairs. I didn’t do much. Read a few pages of a book. Scrolled through my phone. Watched some videos of my favourite band boys BTS on YouTube. Just so you know, the love of my life is Taehyung “V”. He’s just so handsome and perfect. At some point, Aunt Linda brought up pancakes shaped like stars. She said she saw them on P*******t. I ate them even though I wasn’t that hungry.

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CHAPTER ONE What a day! Chava Maurice, a young and beautiful young lady, slim and average in height who worked as a fashion consultant in one of the fashion homes in Losantiville dropped on her bed, with each pair of her burgundy shoes here and there. She had had a hectic day and all she dreamt of was a good bath, a good meal, and a good sleep. It was already past 7 P.M. and thankfully the next day was Saturday. She had drifted to sleep a little bit before her phone rang. After blindly rummaging through her handbag for a while without finding anything, she sat up and carried out a proper search but by the time she found the phone, the call had ended. She stared at the foreign number that had

But despite Cho Min Su, tried to recover his comment that the man looked like a walking bear, the fan, the viewer has already agreed with him and the comment and nickname to Marcuez Vega has already went viral. “Finally!…the icon of successful and powerful woman!…the woman that is making sure that Virtue Financial the way it is now and perhaps forever!…Madam Chairwoman Catherine Kent…she was someone that I have always looked up to and dreamed to be like her..she is looking beautiful as always…Also, beside her..is our own, the intelligent and beautiful, the leader of young woman of South Korea and perhaps also a famous icon..Ran Hyun Ok!, the youngest Executive in Virtue Financial Circle…her

Nothing can stop that and I will not lose him. “Vani! You need to sleep early today. So, have some food.” Mom called me from the kitchen. “Ok!” I replied and was about to walk towards the door, but stopped when my phone rang. I lifted it up seeing some new number and said “Hello?” “Is this Vani?” some girl asked. “Yes! Who is this?” I asked, frowning as the voice doesn’t seem to be familiar. “I am Pallavi! And I called you to say that this engagement shouldn’t happen.” She calmly replied.

VVVVV “Give me a shot” a woman said sliding onto the stool beside Takashi. The bartender turned and got to work. “I haven’t seen you around before. Who are you?” the woman asked like she couldn’t care less. Geiru did say to introduce himself. “Takashi Fujiwara”. He felt the change of atmosphere, like everyone stopped what they were doing, but he knew it was only in his head. “Any relation to Dai Fujiwara?” she asked looking interested.

The scholarship winner. I smirked. “He tagged her,” I muttered under my breath. Morgana leaned over, but I shifted slightly, keeping the screen to myself. I tapped the tag. RitaDaniel. A plain username. No profile posts. No highlights. No updates. Nothing. Just a profile photo of some anime character with oversized eyes and pastel-colored hair. I scoffed. “An anime avatar? Is this girl serious?” “She must be a ghost on social media,” Morgana said, rolling her eyes. “Zero posts? She probably has zero social life.” Morgana spoke as if she understood what I was referring to.