Produce 101 Live Stream Novels & Stories

I murmured, searching his face for any sign of hesitation but he nodded firmly. I lowered myself into the chair beside Tom's bed. Nurse Veronica checked connections and gave me thumbs up when everything was ready. The little red light on the main camera blinked to life, and suddenly, I felt like the whole world was watching. Which, well, they kind of were. "Hello, everyone," I began, my voice cracking slightly. I cleared my throat, wiping my hands on my jeans. "This is Trent Donovan, and thank you for joining this livestream tonight." The silence that followed was deafening. The viewer count remained stubbornly at zero, and for a moment, panic gripped me, squeezing my chest like a vice. This

Langford. "Just you wait, Louise!" Mitchell spat out through clenched teeth, shooting me a vicious glare. I followed Dominic as they pushed open the livestream room door. Zachary was still in full performance mode, facing the camera and running his mouth without pause. "Guys, last three seconds! Order now, and we ship immediately. Guaranteed fresh!" "Please suspend your livestream temporarily for routine inspection," Dominic announced calmly, his voice cutting through the room and silencing the online comments.

Michael humbly inquired. Chloe recalled what Noah said last night and felt a little embarrassed to look into Michael’s eyes. "After some discussion, Exotic Star decided to use our in-house livestreamer. Suddenly changing hosts might not sit well with the audience. So, we’ve decided to stick with our in-house livestreamer."

I frown, “What are you going to say about my video?” Kent Huron let me go. He touches his nose as if he is a little embarrassed: “As for the video, my dad accidentally me editing our video yesterday. “ “How is that possible? This sex tape is supposed to be a secret!” Kent shrugs: “As I was editing, I kinda wanna masturbate to it, so I projected it onto the wall. My dad walked in on the wrong timing, and he recognized you from the birthday video you did to him this year.”

Granny Lyndon’s age had caught up to her. Pearl was shocked. “President, is everything okay?” she asked carefully. Darryl calmed down, shaking his head. “I’m fine,” he reassured. “This live-streaming platform… Do you know anything about it?” “Yes,” Pearl nodded, “This is the Longya Live Streaming Platform. The owner is a partner of ours.” Darryl nodded. “Alright, find ways to make her popular.” “Understood,” Pearl answered, leaving his office. After she left, Darryl took out his phone and created an account on the Longya Live Streaming Platform. He nicknamed himself ‘Hill’, since Darryl rhymes with Hill.

They reached the door to the suite in no time. “Are things ready?” Wolf asked. A henchman wearing a hat was clutching his phone tightly in his pocket. He said, “It’s ready. Once we rush in, we can start broadcasting right away. I’ve already contacted major broadcasting platforms. We can synchronize the live broadcast. This time, this useless scum will definitely be the internet celebrity of Riverdale!” “Haha! Okay, an internet celebrity! An internet celebrity caught in the act on a live broadcast!”

"The livestream exceeded projected traffic again." "Again?" I repeated. "We crossed two thousand viewers before midnight." I blinked. "Before midnight?" She nodded once. "Mr. Hawthorne's tech team increased the stream capacity." Of course they did. Of course he did. I pressed my fingers briefly against my temple. "Everything else?" I asked. "The collection is ready. Lena approved final styling at ten last night." A pause. "The presentation screen is prepared." Waiting for the name. I nodded once. "Good."

Then an idea hit her—live streaming. It was a fast-growing goldmine, especially when tied to product sales. She already had a small following thanks to her acting gig. If she could ride that momentum and hit six figures, she could afford a new place. Maybe even move next door to Simon. Her eyes lit up with resolve. Without wasting another second, she powered on her laptop and launched a live stream. But there was a catch—she couldn’t show her face. Her contract with Ruiz Star Entertainment strictly forbade any unofficial broadcasts. If the agency found out, she could be sued for breach and forced to pay compensation.

, Elijah asked, “Nothing much, let’s set the cameras and audio in the guest room”, They started arranging the equipment in the room, Rayell was tied and still drugged in the bed, “So this is going to be a live stream?”, Elijah asked, he sounded like he was having second thoughts about the plan, “Come on, don’t chicken out on me right now”, “I’m not chickening out, I just felt like, maybe taking pictures would be enough, the whole fucking get while the whole world watches is a bit extreme”,

"Wow, the number of viewers in the livestream has exceeded 100 thousand! Ms. Sutton, unexpectedly, you are still very popular. "To celebrate breaking 100 thousand viewers in this livestream, tonight, we will make an exception and conduct an offline interview with your ex-husband, also known as the scumbag and gold-digger, Sebastian. Come on, let our on-site staff connect them. Cameras, please." Later, the livestream was divided into two screens—one showing the studio with Whitney and the host and the other showing the on-site interview connection. The screen was somewhat dark, and directly facing it was Sebastian's shop.