Produce 101 Live Stream Novels & Stories

Chapter 4 My fingers fly over the screen before I can second-guess it, scheduling a live stream for thirty minutes from now. The title is simple: "3 BIG DICKS. 1 USED SLUT. NO LIMITS." I don’t even flinch as I drop the link into my fan group chat, watching the notifications explode instantly. $500 already. $1,000. The numbers climb before I’ve even stood up.

Sasha smiled: "Allen Peterson, I have something to talk to you!" "What is it?" Allen Peterson wondered, saying that there was something wrong with the live broadcast in Sasha. Moments later, they were in a cafe near the hospital. "Allen Peterson, I won't broadcast live!" Sasha looked at Allen Peterson and said. "What?" Allen Peterson was suddenly taken aback: "You, you said you didn't broadcast live?" Sasha nodded: "Yes, I have stopped broadcasting live now and completely withdrew from the live broadcast industry." Allen Peterson was even more shocked: "You are a well-known big anchor, why don't you broadcast live? Can it be said that the shark fighting platform does not allow you to broadca

Even if she sold at a loss, she knew any man would rather spend his money on Millie. Soon, the livestreaming began. Millie came online right on time. When her face appeared in front of the camera, many people all over the world gasped in surprise. "Holy crap!" Immediately after that, the livestreaming channel was flooded. Countless people joined the channel. Millie didn’t communicate with any of the audience. Instead, she focused on introducing the products. Even then, the products were sold out as soon as they were presented. "Restock! Quickly! Restock!"

Rachel sneered. "I'm giving you a friendly tip. If you want to make a scene, make it a big one. TV stations fear offending Lawson Global and the Lawson family, so they won't let you on their programs. But now, anyone can livestream from anywhere. You lot should give it a try." "What's live streaming?" George didn't even complete primary school, so he didn't understand live streaming. "Ask someone else if you want to know what it is! If you're going ahead, I know some people who can drive traffic to your livestream!"

The rain came hard and fast that night, turning the streets of Garden Metro into slick ribbons of neon and shadow. From the balcony of the Vale estate’s operations room, Elara watched the storm with unblinking eyes. She wasn’t afraid of it. She was about to create one. Splice was hunched over three monitors, her fingers a blur across the keys. “We’re live in sixty seconds. All public channels—streaming platforms, dark web drops, even the city’s old emergency broadcast system. Once this goes out, it can’t be taken back.”

"Bridget, I know I was wrong. I swear I'll have nothing more to do with Tammy. Please don't be angry. Come back to me, please. "I miss you so much. Life without you has been unbearable. I was going to propose, remember? How could you leave without saying a word? "What unit are you in? None of the military districts will let me through. Can't you speak to someone and help me get in?" … Drew's apologies grew more desperate with each passing day. One day, my phone rang. Without thinking, I picked it up. "Thank God! You finally answered! Bridget, is that you?" Drew's voice was a mix of exhaustion and relief.

And Leah, at this moment, was chatting happily with a somewhat faded idol, showing no signs of being affected. Emily looked at Wood. "Producer Wood, didn't you say we were going to line up some popular celebrities to join Leah's livestream? Why haven't we heard anything?" Wood's expression tightened slightly. "They can't make it." Can't make it?! Emily's heart sank. Does this mean Leah's livestream today is a complete failure?! She lowered her head, biting her lip lightly, staring at Leah's livestream platform with a hint of daze. So unwilling... Just then.

"That's why there's no reason to rush—I'll arrange a man to get ready, and we will be sending Raymond to hell tonight!" "Yes! Yes!" Jacob was beside himself with excitement even as he sighed in awe, "Damn. If only I could see it live! But he'd definitely pick up on it if I showed up since he knows my face." "What? That's not a problem at all," Zachary chuckled. "I'll have my boy stream it live." "As in a livestream?" Jacob exclaimed in surprise. "Won't that be even more suspicious?" "No, chief," Zachary smiled, shaking his head. "I meant the type of streaming equipment that he'd never find no matter how good he is. Take your own phone for example—there's a pinhole you use to open the SIM car