Second Life Producer Novels & Stories

No one believed that. The poster then started a livestream. The ones who appeared on camera were the long-missing Winona and Sonny. Winona looked exhausted, and only her upper body could be seen. Sonny sat on a chair beside her, looking like he was forced to be there. In front of the camera, Winona apologized sincerely on Sonny's behalf. Everyone on the internet cursed at them for wasting their time. Slowly, things cooled down, and my life seemed to return to normal.

I threw myself into the planning, insisting on handling everything personally. Elara watched me rushing about, worry clouding her eyes. "You hired a planner. You don't have to push yourself." Her voice was always so gentle, pulling me back to the memory of our last meeting in my previous life. Back then, I was still trapped in the illusion of happiness Raina had woven around me. At a family dinner, Elara sat quietly in the corner, her eyes fixed on me as Raina and I talked and laughed. She never once looked away.

I pressed, needing to hear the confirmation again. "Yes, since they are already entering automated creation, you won't have much to do except check their daily production. I've created my last AI, the producer. It will monitor which of our movies attract the most viewers, mix in some story twists, and come up with new movies. Your job will be to quality check the new movies daily, and we're good to go," Alex explained, his words painting a future where our dreams and practicality could finally coexist harmoniously. "And what about the finances?" I inquired further, seeking reassurance on the point that concerned me most.

"We are an entrepreneurial team. So, our operating scale is not that huge yet. For now, we are producing several large scale 3D online games and mobile games." He replied "Not bad. Sunrise industries have a very promising future. Old men like us have much to learn from you youngsters." She's so alike! Far too alike! When she isn't moving, she looks similar. When she is moving, she looks even more similar! It's as if she is a clone of that person! Even if that person has been gone for more than 20 years... I still remember the way that person smiled. At that moment, that person's face was vivid in his mind. While speaking, he glanced at her name card. Ignoring the heavily photoshopped photo,

“Producers aren’t eunuchs, are they?” She flicked him a look under her eyelashes. “Not all producers are slimeballs who have to drug women in order to get in their pants.” “Mhm,” he was not bothered by her insult. “You look good on film, Mirage,” he said, and his expression was lewd. “A few photos turned your last year to shit and cost you the interest of other labels. Do you want to find out what some more explicit photos might do to your image and career?”

The one meant to heal. Me. Theodore. Her second chance.

" In the top right corner of the projection screen, the live comment feed kept scrolling. The concurrent viewer count climbed past 20 million. Diane flipped through her contract once and passed it to Jake. Jake finished and passed it to Gerald. Gerald finished, set it on the table, and rested his pen on top — lightly. Marcus didn't reach for his. He just glanced at the contract once, then leaned his head back against the chair and stared up at the light fixture. The camera hidden inside it was still rolling. "You know I wrote two endings for your first season." I picked up the contract without opening it. "One was too bleak, so it got rejected. The other, you used for seven years."

After a pause, Alice finally spoke up, unexpectedly choosing to touch on a delicate subject. "With your health challenges, having children after marriage might be a struggle. I'm sure that's not easy to come to terms with." I frowned, and frustration colored my tone. "Who told you I'm sick? Just because you're my sister doesn't give you the right to spread such nonsense." Alice's sweet, innocent facade had clearly vanished. She was intent on exposing my supposed flaws, trying to plant doubt in Xavier's mind. After all, Henry's promise lingered in everyone's thoughts. Whoever gave birth first would have their child recognized as heir.

A familiar pain surged through me as I opened my eyes, and a blinding white light hung overhead. “Look at our son, Tanya—look how adorable he is,” my husband, Damien Slater, said as he cradled a baby at the edge of the hospital bed, his smile warm and bright. I glanced around the room, then at Damien’s youthful face, and the realization hit me: I had been reborn. This was the very day I had given birth in my previous life—the same day my own child had been killed by this monster!

"I won't watch you destroy it. This Soul-Calming Pill will leave your senses intact, but it will take away your ability to move or speak. When you finally correct yourself, you can come back. As long as you are willing to change, you will still be my sister." I stared at him in fury. Where did he plan to send me? The door opened. Roxanne, Caelum, Henry, and Lucius stood outside. "Roxy has built a convent over the past four years. It is meant to cultivate the mind. Even the most depraved people emerge reborn. Go there and reflect. Death cannot erase sin. If you did wrong, you deserve punishment." Caelum sounded exhausted, almost helpless. I wanted to shake my head. My neck refused to respond.