Produce 101 Live Stream Novels & Stories

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.

My phone was flooded again with messages and DMs. People rushed to apologize, advising me to move on, saying it's okay to be blind to red flags temporarily but not to waste your life on a cheater. Nina called, excited, with Alex trying to calm her in the background. "While Sophie was livestreaming about her future plans, James suddenly burst into her place, screaming at her on camera. He even got physical! Viewers called the police while watching the drama unfold. Both got taken to the station - it's hilarious!"

, 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.

I can't live without you…" I looked up, wiping away the tears from the corners of my eyes. "We've been together for ten years, Mabel. I've never done anything to betray you or let you down. Please, I'm begging you, just let us end on a dignified note." I turned and left the hospital room after that. Outside, Brenda handed me a thermal flask. "Jasmine tea. Your favorite." I took the flask and exchanged a smile with her. "You still remembered after such a long time."

“It’s okay. If you don’t know, you don’t need to.” Naomi smiled at him gratefully. “Then… can I livestream from here?” “Livestream?” Naomi nodded. Her short videos on social media had gotten tons of likes, and her followers had been begging her to go live for ages. She figured, after so long without updating anything, she owed her fans some content. “Yeah, just a livestream on social media. I’ll do it from the lounge. I won’t disturb you.” Atlas’s voice was as calm and warm as always around her. “It’s fine. You can stream right here.”