Slice Of Live Novels & Stories

“He left the territory early this morning to begin filming with the cameras. It’s being streamed live to the city as we speak.” My fingers freeze instantly over the keyboard. My eyes look up, a shadow of pure disbelief flickering in my gaze as I stare at Myles. Wordlessly, Myles pulls out his device, launches the live stream feed, and places it gently on the wooden desk right in front of my hands. My eyes glance down at the screen. My expression darkens to pure coal. “Cruel rogue,” I grumble under my breath.

*** My Alpha aura flared, hot and sharp, filling the lounge with the smell of coffee and crushed pine. I didn't step back from the window. I stepped toward it. The drone adjusted its position, its lens zooming in on my face through the glass. A tiny blue data light blinked on its side panel, a live-stream uplink. Whoever was controlling the drone wasn't just taking photos. They were broadcasting a live video feed directly to a server. If Liam walked out into the living room now, his face would be captured on national television before I could pull the blinds. I reached for my phone, tapping the defense grid icon.

I drove my car to a friend's auto repair shop for a routine inspection after my father, Nathan Ashley, finally returned it. He'd borrowed it for a month and even stuffed the trunk with boxes of local specialties from his hometown. A few minutes later, my friend slid out from beneath the car, his face drained of color. "Lyla, who did you piss off? Someone cut halfway through your brake line." A chill raced through my body as I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Dad, someone cut my brake line." The sound of poker chips clacking echoed through the phone. He answered without the slightest concern, "Oh. I had Lillian do it. That old junker of yours was falling apart anyway." My voice

"If you fix it now, I'll refund your fine and double it back to you. Just get here!" "Nope." I hung up, then blocked his number. At 10:00 am, the launch went live. I opened the livestream on my phone. On screen, Jake stood on stage with unbeatable confidence. Behind him, the giant display showed real-time system metrics. "Investors, users, our cloud platform is built on a cutting-edge private cloud architecture. It delivers extreme responsiveness and stability…" He hadn't even finished his introduction when the data on the screen froze. Then, the entire display started glitching, breaking into blocks of heavy pixelation.

Derek stuttered, "Father...Father." "I said, why did you do it?" Ragnar growled. Derek's body tensed up as he felt the cold blade of the sword touch his neck. He could feel the sharpness of the edge as it grazed against his skin, causing a slight stinging sensation. As Ragnar pressed the sword closer to Derek's neck, the edge sliced through his flesh, causing a small cut that stung intensely. Derek's breath caught in his throat and he winced in pain, his hand instinctively moving to cover the wound.

"You really need someone who'll tell you what living and being alive is." I shake my head. Someone huh? I don't need someone who'll make me introduce what living is. I can do that...on my own way.

Livi sighed, feeling overwhelmed. By the way, besides receiving the same card as me, Livi also received two used mithril swords that had been previously used by Mr. Hector. "Hey, Livi, smile. It doesn't mean I did something bad to you, right?" I tried to lighten the mood for Livi. "What do you mean... This is the worst thing that has happened in my life. You have to take responsibility," Livi spoke loudly to me, unlike before when she always spoke softly.

A tingle ran down her spine. She pressed a hand to her abdomen, instinctively. There was a silence more disturbing than noise, and she sensed it—the space had been prepared. Colton had cleared her path. But to what? A faint chime broke the air. Her phone. An email. From no sender. Subject: LIVE. *** She opened the email, and what greeted her wasn’t text. It was a live feed. Grainy. Shaky. Lit by a single bulb swinging from a high ceiling. The camera framed a warehouse corner, concrete walls slick with moisture and old blood.

He then took a deep breath before speaking again. "Yup! Now, prepare it for me." He answered. Everyone did what he asked them to do while Leon went to the kitchen to make some refreshments. The live broadcasting started when Owen face the phone in front of him. Viewers reached over ten thousands just after 2 minutes of airing. "Hello! I'm Owen Cruz. I'm doing this live to answer the rumor that being top one trending for the last 3 days. I'm a bit surprised you know." Leon handed him his cucumber juice and he simply take a sip on it.

This is a live stream, not a recording. "Then turn it off! Look at how angry Miss Green is." Bonnie Green, whose name was suddenly mentioned, froze for a moment. Realizing that this was a live stream, she quickly regained her composure. "I"m sorry, there was something unexpected with my live stream just now. I hope viewers can forgive me. Alright, let"s end today"s live stream here. Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Garsia. See you next time." Bonnie shot a look at the cameraman, indicating for him to switch off the equipment immediately.