Produce 101 Live Stream Novels & Stories

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.”

She whispered to her reflection, “He doesn’t own the narrative anymore.” Behind her, Adrian adjusted the camera settings. “You don’t have to be perfect,” he said quietly. “You just have to be real.” Luna met his eyes in the mirror. “That’s the easy part now.” Celeste’s voice echoed from the intercom. “Luna, when you’re ready, say the word. We’re syncing live across twelve networks.” Luna inhaled deeply. “Let’s do this.” The broadcast opened with no music, no theatrics. Just Luna Reyes, raw, unfiltered, sitting against a white backdrop.

There were no nightmares! He quickly grabbed something to eat before heading to the venue, summoning many reporters to start a livestream. As he had announced it a day before, tens of thousands of viewers swarmed into his livestream right after it started. However, Stephen did not reveal the truth immediately. He wanted to wait until more people joined. At 10 a.m., when the audience in the livestream hit a million people, Stephen thought the time was right.

"Look at the cameras!" I pointed toward four high-definition digital cameras mounted on tripods around our master server station. Dupont paused, his eyes narrowing behind his rimless glasses. "Our live broadcast stream is currently being watched by one million eight hundred thousand people worldwide," I said, pointing to the glowing monitor behind me, where the chat counter was spinning at light speed. "Including reporters from the New York Times, the BBC, and CNN. If your private security team fires a single shot or touches a single person in this warehouse, it will be broadcast live to every television screen on earth in real time."

Before the livestream even began, millions of viewers had already flooded into the broadcast. Zayn secretly rejoiced at how the situation benefitted him! The livestream platform was owned by Starlight Entertainment. Zayn told the IT department to expand their servers. Before the livestream officially began, Cyrus walked into the room with two plates of feces—they looked so disgusting that the system blurred them out on the broadcast. Abigail and Ellie unwillingly sat in front of the camera as they gagged. Viewers continued to surge into the livestream. Soon, the numbers surpassed 20 million.

“Josh genuinely loves Annabeth… He can’t even stand it when someone insults her with a single word.” Meanwhile, ‘#Josh Batton’s live stream#’ had taken the top spot in the list of hot topics on Weibo. It was the topic that received the most attention this morning. As time went on, the number of viewers in Josh Batton’s live stream channel had also exceeded 300 million… Flying Fish Media’s live stream platform began to experience lags due to the sudden increase in viewers.

I looked at the evidence in my hands. At eight o'clock that night, I went live across every platform I had. The stream title was: "Let's Settle This Now."

Since dawn, my team and I had set up a makeshift studio inside the technician van. Just a folding table, a laptop, an encoder, and one large screen displaying a live feed from the infrared camera. Nicky had installed the camera the night before, right in the eastern meadow, the route Celeste had used to sneak in. At exactly 9:00 p.m., I opened the CASSTalk Live app, the massive video platform built by Hugo and now used by millions worldwide. The red “Go Live” button appeared. I typed a short title:

"Alright. I'm going to need everyone to act distracted," the main producer says, then turns to me, "Elara, you need to be a little more emotional than normal, alright? Please." He continues with more instructions for me and once he's done, he counts down on his fingers until the livestream resumes. I take a deep breath. And then I go off on Kael.