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Inside was an entire wall of monitors. Dozens of screens, arranged edge to edge, a camera angle for every corner. The kitchen. The bunks. The hallway. The dinner table. The corner where we'd huddled together for warmth. A large screen in the center scrolled with a live comment feed. Viewers online: 11.4 million. A line of text in the corner of the screen read: SEASON 7 · FINALE · LIVE. Marcus stood in front of the screens. The footage had just cut to the moment I'd swung the sledgehammer — three strikes, slow motion, layered with a suspenseful sting.

Chapter 5 Subtitle: towering figure Crimson made a mental note before clicking on the live bottun, as expected thausands or poeple swam into the live stream as soon as she come online and start sending messages with different motives. Crimson cleared her throat as she waited for more people to come in to the live box first before proceeding with her notifications. "Good morning everyone, I trust you all are in good health, I am also fine and for those of you who asking if i'm sick or something I am ok and I am also in save hands.

“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.

"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.

I could still hear the high pitched voice filled with hope and see the bright stars that had filled her eyes as she filled me in on how she'd known how to resuscitate. But right now she wasn't on the part to becoming a lifeguard. And it was my fault. Another slice of the deluxe pizza disappeared, then another, and another. Sheryl and Russel were the highest consumer followed by Maisie then me. I didn't blame them, who could resist the pizza made chiefly of Italian Sausage, fresh green peppers, mushroom and real mozzarella cheese? Definitely not me and that's why I took a few slices. I had to think.

Then came another buzzing sound and both our phones buzzed at once,my stomach drops then a New message displays Cute little sweep, daddy. You think I’m that sloppy? Still watching!! Always watching. Attached is a live feed from right now at from this very second the angle is from the bookshelf behind his desk, the one with all his boring business books nobody ever touches. It shows us clear as day with me straddling his lap, his hand up the shirt, my head on his shoulder while he types,We both froze like someone dumped ice water down our backs immediately he slams the laptop lid but it doesn’t matter. There’s a tiny red light blinking on the spine of one of those books. Live. Streaming. R

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.

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. Flying Fish Media’s official technicians worked around the clock to ensure the live stream could operate normally. This live stream had broken the record for having the highest number of recorded viewers. As the crowd increased, the comments in Josh’s live stream channel also increased. Comments occupied the entire screen. Josh couldn’t see anything else apart from the comments on the screen. After the two of them were done cleaning up, Josh took his phone and walked into the kitchen

Maya had already snatched the remote, flipping through channels until the live broadcast filled the screen. “ Anna, you need to see this.” Anna groaned, pressing the heel of her palm into her temple. “If it’s another article, I swear—” “It’s not an article. It’s… a live broadcast.” Against her better judgment, Anna glanced at the screen. The feed snapped into focus, and her lungs froze. And there he was.

like something hes been holding back starts slipping through the cracks. his breath brushes my cheek.Warm. Unsteady. He doesn’t lean in. But he doesn’t look away either. The chat detonates. “ARE WE SEEING THIS OR AM I HALLUCINATING” “THEY ARE ABOUT TO KISS ON LIVE” “SOMEONE CHECK ON DYLAN RIGHT NOW” “IM SHAKING IMSHAKING IM SHAKING ” my body remembers the camera before my mind does.i turn my head toward the phone and its like watching a digital avalanche.messages fly so fast they blur.heart emojis screaming emojis entire paragraphs in all caps.