Slice Of Live Novels & Stories

the woman I just engaged in a state match with says, stepping back from me. I don’t feel done. I feel… exposed. “Good,” Maria breathes. “We’re live in five.” Five? My stomach drops. “Five what?” “Minutes,” she says quickly. “It’s a live segment. We got a prime slot, everyone with a television……he’ll, any device with internet connection will be watching. We need to move.” My pulse spikes instantly. “No…….no, I’m not ready, I can’t just go out there and pretend….” I rushed out.

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.

The moment she heard the commotion, she stood up. Without a proper examination, she glanced at me and declared, "I'm an OB-GYN! We have to perform an emergency C-section immediately, or the baby could suffocate!" With no disinfection or sterilization, she took a paring knife and sliced open my belly. Blood gushed out, drenching everything around me. Even though my eyes were closed and my body was unresponsive, I was fully conscious—I felt every bit of the pain. I felt her hands digging around inside my abdomen. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

“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.

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.

They will pay with their lives. Once Slice has her face clean he turns around and sees everyone is staring. Slice is another old timer from my dad's day. He was a firm believer in getting out of the drug business. At the time, his two daughters were going into high school and he knew he didn't want rumors circulating about them. I see where he is going with the look he is giving everyone so I whistle loudly and tell everyone to kindly fuck off.