Slice Of Live Novels & Stories

he started slowly, “he’s alive. For now.” The words cut like glass. For now?

“Most of us at least are making plans for tomorrow. Early in the morning, we should be gone to get food and materials that should last us over the next few months, or at times till the following year.” “The following year?” Mel grew pale. “No. No. No. Please, don’t be alarmed. The winter storms don’t always last till the following year. It rarely happens, but it doesn’t hurt to prepare. And life won’t stop in Grime. You’ll find so many things in the undercities to keep you occupied, plus sometimes we have visits from other clan members. We always look forward to the winter season.” Mel was quiet in thought, considering Lori’s words. This may probably be the last time she would see open air.

Without another word, she began dragging him back toward the courtroom we'd teleported into, unchallenged. "What a useful dog," Jack chuckled behind me. "It knows how to follow orders. But it'll take a lot more than some little trick to save a life. He won't be able to hold on too much longer, you know." He wiped his blade again, lazily. "That sword had wolfsbane on it. He should've stayed out of this... like a good dog." "Enough," I said. "What?" Jack asked, as if I'd just said something absurd.

The sirens of the police car grew louder as they loomed closer. Two guards flanked me and clamped my wrists behind my back, yet the smile on my face never wavered. The camera livestreaming this scene was pointed at me, and the view count had already surpassed 100,000. The comments were scrolling by in a frenzy. "This woman is insane, right? Robbing an armored truck? She's got to be the boldest criminal of the year!" "She looks like an office worker. What made her snap like this?"

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his voice slowed slightly, almost thoughtful, “....when it’s showtime, you don’t go near my bedroom. I don’t like being disturbed then. Ever.” She frowned slightly. “Showtime?” “You’ll know when it is,” he said simply. There was a quiet beat before she spoke again. “Anything else I should know?” He gave a small shrug. “Yeah. I don’t need a babysitter. I just need someone to make sure I’m alive by the time the next concert rolls around.” “I’m not here to babysit you,” she said evenly. “I’m here to help you stay alive long enough to play more than one.”

“The only difference is whether you stand there alone or with me.” I close my eyes. Breathe. The song is still playing out there. My voice, confessing things I never thought I’d put on tape. This would be the spoken version. No melody to soften it. Just truth. Ugly. Complicated. Ours. I turn back to him. “If we do this,” I say, “no one gets to cut it into neat sound bites. No half‑hour special with dramatic music and cliffhanger ads. We sit down for as long as it takes. We stream it. Live. Raw.”

Seb frowned "You don't have to eat it if you don't like the look of it?" "It looks devine - there's no way I'm letting this food go to waste. Thank you". Piper replied blinking back tears. Without another word, she scooped up a mouthful and chewed in complete satisfaction. They both sat back and enjoyed their food while laughing at the film "White Chicks". What a perfect night.

Whether there are privileges or not is obvious at a glance! Three split screens then appeared in the live broadcast room.

“There isn’t one. They anticipated everything. Even temporary hacks trigger alerts immediately. Any move we make will show up before we’re through the gate.” I exhaled, a low, sharp sound, and muttered, “Then we adapt and escalate.” He glanced up, wary, as if seeing the fire in my eyes might burn him too. “Sir…” Before he could finish, the screen on the side of the desk pinged. He nudged me. “Look at this.” I turned and froze. There they were Blake and Aloe. On TV, live feed. Laughing, holding hands, running along the shoreline of some public beach park. Sunlight bounced off her hair, highlighting the waves curling perfectly over her shoulders.