Produce 101 Live Stream Novels & Stories

Dad belittled me on the live stream, twisting everything to make himself look right. His hypocrisy left me reeling. Ever since I realized that everything I said and did in the apartment was being livestreamed, I stopped spending time at home. I went to school during the day and worked part-time after class. I'd rather sit outside my apartment building, reading under the dim yellow light, than go back to that apartment full of hidden cameras. I pulled out my phone and tapped the live stream link, noticing a new post from the streamer.

This would allow for a steady and prolonged presence in the trending wave of short videos. She would release a video every few days. It kept her fans extremely excited. When she posted her fifth video, she finally pinned a top comment that read, "live stream tonight at eight". Suddenly, "Celeste's live stream" became the top search of the short-video platform. At 8:00 pm, Celeste had just gone live where there were already hundreds of thousands of users waiting. After ten minutes, there were more than a million users. Damon set an alarm for her live stream, but was late because he had to answer a call at that exact time.

Thomas pondered for a while before he said to Pisces, “Did you bring the Ipad?” “Yes.” “Give it to me.” “Okay.” Thomas reached out to take the Ipad and tapped on it until he opened the Shark Hunters live streaming platform. There, he found Moon, which was Stella’s live streaming channel. It was the stage name that Stella would use when she went live. Thomas put on his earphones and watched Stella’s live broadcast. It was different from the sexy female live streamers who performed salacious dances. Stella’s live stream channel was simple, as she was just singing, and her outfit was also conservative.

“Next time for the live broadcast, Pull the antenna directly. Bring a few more phones and prepare the power source. I don’t believe that the line will be cut off again.” “I’m going to die. Streamer, if you still don’t come, I’m going to commit suicide.” Under the bombardment of the netizens, more than ten minutes passed, but the live broadcast was still not on. “It’s not on yet, I’m really going crazy.” “My plane’s finished. You’re not on the air.” “Boo-hoo-hoo! I’m gonna cry.” Soon, the live broadcast room was flooded, all by so-and-so hollowed out sentences.

I turned on my own streaming equipment, adjusting the camera and microphone. The screen lit up: Truth_Teller_Law is now live. The title: The Truth About the 'Titan Project' and a Flawed Strategy. Within five minutes, nearly a thousand people had flooded into my stream. "Hello everyone. I'm Victoria Chen." I looked calmly into the camera. "I'm sure many of you have seen some reports about me lately." The chat instantly exploded. "It's the violent lawyer!"

“Good evening, everyone. Welcome to Trumpet’s live broadcast room. Today is another day of luck for everyone. There will be 100 thousand nice products at cheap prices. You will need to spend two cents to buy each. Everyone get ready now…” He began to warm up the livestream and liven up the atmosphere.

"Interested viewers can visit your live stream to buy your products in the future. Of course, the quality must be genuine. If you decide to do this, besides getting the necessary licenses, our production team will also need to speak with Mr. Warren and ask them to supervise." If they used their variety show to advertise and do live streaming to sell products, it was crucial not to mix in low-quality items. Jason was a bit excited. "We're all honest folks. If we could make this work, we certainly wouldn’t compromise on quality. And like Lindsay said, the people in the live stream can supervise us at any time."

“Try not to stroke out.” “Doctor’s orders,” I murmured. Niko stood by the door, security badge hanging crookedly from a lanyard he’d stolen from someone who actually worked here. His jaw was tight. His eyes were on me, not the feeds. “Three minutes,” Coleman’s voice crackled in my ear from the booth. “You’re going out live on four networks and a dozen streams. Some will cut you. Doesn’t matter. All we need is one unedited copy.”

Let’s talk this out properly. Only for Mira to scream back, "Leave me alone! Unless I get the money today, I’m not moving!" "I’m right, aren’t I, everyone?! "And to those new joining the stream, check the links in the shop below! Don’t miss out!" That’s right. Mira had been livestreaming and selling products every day for the past week. Even if I didn’t pay her so-called emotional damages, she’d already made a fortune. When a reporter asked her to shut the stream down, she slapped the woman across the face. "Stay out of my business! My viewers deserve to see this live. I’m doing this for them!"

“All right, you’re f*cking with me, aren’t you? Let’s have a match today. Let’s see if she’s faster in wearing or removing her clothes!” Eighth Master set ten rockets up on the screen right after what he said and coined it to perfection. The others in the live stream went crazy as they reacted to it and filled the screen with comments, calling him a millionaire and so cool. It was not just them. Canon Cat was going crazy as well. Those were ten rockets. She would have to take off her clothes until she had nothing left! While the audience was heating up and Canon Cat was fretting, Reivaj sent 99 rockets. The live stream was frozen at that moment as some lower-end cellphones stopped responding