Produce 101 Live Stream Novels & Stories

“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.

The Geneva broadcast room was silent except for the hum of servers and the ticking of a large analog clock on the far wall. Sophie sat before the camera in a navy blazer, hair slicked into a low bun, lips bare, eyes lined with sleep-deprived steel. “Stream is live in 30 seconds,” the tech director called. Rachel adjusted the lighting. Camellia hovered near the tablet with backup feeds on standby. Alexander stood just outside the frame, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Sophie exhaled slowly. “Let’s begin,” she said. The Phoenix livestream activated across three continents.

The production team had clearly done it to mislead viewers. Every one of them would answer for this. The livestream cut off instantly, and the comment section erupted. ConstantCultivator: [What the hell, what the hell, what the hell?! It cuts now?! Production team, are you even human?!] TearsFromtheCornerofMyMouth: [What is it that I, a premium SVIP, am not allowed to see? I'll top up another hundred grand right now! Turn the camera back on!!] ShortDramasAreBetter: [So intense… I love this… Wiping nosebleed]

Jasmine The camera on my phone didn’t shake. I held it perfectly steady, watching the little red ‘LIVE’ icon blink. Thanks to the master access credentials I’d quietly retained after helping design parts of Sterling Media’s shareholder communications network years ago, this wasn’t just going to my private socials. The feed was streaming directly onto Sterling Media’s global shareholder platform and the massive screen inside the headquarters, where their late-night investor presentation was currently happening. It was perfect timing. The grunts, groans, and wet, slick sex noises from the room suddenly stopped.

When Bernard Talbot, the zoo director, finally tracked me down, I was focused on holding up my phone and live-streaming. The comments on the screen were scrolling past at lightning speed. "Holy shit! A livestream of someone falling into the tiger enclosure? Dude, you're a legend!" "How did that kid fall in? Poor thing!" "Why is he just filming instead of helping? Where's the rescue team?" "Keep it steady, man! Sending you a galaxy right now! This exclusive angle is insane!"

"You cold-blooded mutt! Get out of the livestreaming scene!" I sat in front of the camera and remained silent for 30 seconds. The comments began to slow down. Just as one million people assumed that I was going to turn off the livestream without saying a single word, I spoke.

At that exact moment, a livestream had already started online. The headline read, [Disgraced Specialist Theo Reid Backs Down, Live Consultation Now Streaming]. With Foster Enterprises boosting the story behind the scenes, and yesterday's outrage still fresh, people online had been looking for somewhere to unload. Less than ten minutes after the livestream started, more than a million viewers had poured in. The chat moved so fast it was impossible to keep up. [This piece of trash finally backed down. For once, money did something useful!]

“I’m defending the truth.” Collins raised a finger. “One minute.” Vanessa inhaled slowly. Her pulse quickened. Alexander leaned closer. “No matter what happens tonight…” She looked at him. “We face it together.” Vanessa smiled. “Together.” Collins counted down. “Ten seconds.” The camera light flickered on. Vanessa looked directly into the lens. The livestream began. At first, only a few viewers joined. Then the numbers skyrocketed. Thousands. Tens of thousands. Within seconds, hundreds of thousands of people were watching.