Produce 101 Live Stream Novels & Stories

Under the warm light, he looked every bit like a composed, dependable man. Too bad that at this moment, his back was slightly hunched, his fingers flying across the screen so fast they left afterimages. The cold glow of his phone lit his face from below, revealing flushed cheeks and a grin stretched almost to his ears. That expression was more feverish than mine the day my company went public and its stock price skyrocketed. Silently, I opened his profile. His latest post was ten minutes ago. The image showed a recharge receipt from a livestreaming platform: 20,000 dollars in "Starlight Value."

But she wasn’t going down like this. Her hands shook as she turned to Damien. “Set up a live stream for me.” Damien hesitated. “Kayla, I don’t think—” “NOW!” she snapped. Her breath was ragged, her face flushed with panic. Damien sighed but obeyed. He grabbed his iPad and started the setup, his hands moving quickly as he activated her ring light, adjusted the camera, and checked the streaming software. "You're live," he muttered. Kayla sucked in a deep breath, wiped her face, and, in an instant, her tears began to fall. She pressed the ‘Go Live’ button, and her face filled the screens of thousands of people around the world.

My world fell apart over an encrypted link from the dark web. My husband, Don Marcello, was there on our marriage bed, pounding into another woman. All the top bosses in North America were watching. He held her in his arms, laughing about me. His fragile, naive little trophy wife who could never leave him. Even the live chat was a stream of insults. Calling me the useless wife who couldn't even get her husband into bed. But the worst part? The way he acted when I found out. He grabbed my chin. Told me the whole disgusting betrayal was just "an act to keep our allies happy." He even let his mistress brag about it to every socialite in the city. My humiliation became their afternoon entertain

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam

By the time the live broadcast ended, the revenue from a single stream had exceeded 10 million. The platform opened special permissions for her. The money was immediately transferred to the studio's charity fund. Helma was packing up her cosmetics when her cell phone rang. It was a video call from Cole. After Helma got through, she laughed and said, "Did you call me at the right time?" "I was watching your live broadcast just now." In the video call, Cole was sitting beside a floor lamp, with a yellow light coming from behind him. His hair seemed to be tinged with gold.

"Exactly! You can just focus on doing interviews. I guarantee that you'll become explosively popular!" "The kid will never believe you!" "Isn't the recent gossip about Jonathan and his ex-stepmother? What if a bombshell drops and the live stream becomes blocked?" "It's alright. Even if the kid is blocked, there's still Giselle. Both of them have elite family backgrounds and are very wealthy. They won't be blocked for long." "They can just speak in code so that only the fans will understand. The platform won't be able to detect it then. They won't do anything to the live stream."

"Live-stream? You're out of your damn minds. I'm about to kill someone, and you think this is a show?" The man's face turned red, but he stood his ground. "Sir, there are a lot of big names in Chetvine offering serious money for a live broadcast. Our company also has powerful backers. All you need to do is fight; we're only here to stream it. It won't bother you." Conrad's patience snapped; he was about to tell them to get the hell out or throw them out himself when Andrew grinned and waved them over. "Hey, guys, come here."

“Livestreaming?” Harvey asked. “Hmph. Country bumpkin.” Hazel pouted and grabbed Harvey’s phone from his hand, downloaded an application called Durin, and then searched for a channel. “See this? This is livestreaming. Mordu’s Kaizen Group is the one that set up this platform. The app is called Durin. Here’s my channel, you can have a look.” Hazel then returned to her room to continue livestreaming.

He wondered if she really thought of him as that out of touch. Renee laughed nervously. "Of course not. If you didn't know about T*****r before, it would make sense you wouldn't know about live broadcasts either, right?" Marcelo gave a disbelieving snort, clearly not convinced by her explanation. He was pondering over the term "live" and the unpredictable nature of such broadcasts... “The production team wants to start with home footage. I'm thinking of using my apartment for it." This part would be recorded in advance as part of the introduction.