Slice Of Live Novels & Stories

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.

We stood there, three wolves and one ancient piece of jewelry buzzing like it had opinions, when Kieran’s phone chimed. Again. He swore under his breath. “You’re going to want to see this,” he said. We stepped out of the circle, the air thinning a little, the hum fading to a background vibration. Kieran held his phone up. A live feed filled the screen—a news channel, its logo in the corner, the word *BREAKING* slashed across the top. The anchor’s voice was a drone in the background. The main image took up all the space in my chest.

The screen reflected my own face, twisted and flushed, covered in tears, snot, and saliva. Maniacal laughter rang out from the other end of the call. I squeezed my throat so hard my eyes rolled back. However, the instinct to survive forced me to let go, and I coughed uncontrollably. But the hatred in those two pairs of eyes on the screen didn't diminish in the slightest. Melody's thin, fragile body was still leaning against the window's edge. It was as though with the slightest movement of the wind, she would be a kite with a broken string, crashing down heavily.

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“A live feed just started streaming on an unlisted channel. Someone’s uploading what they present as the originals. It’s being seeded.” The words landed like a strike. Elena felt as if someone had opened the sky and let the rain into their small room. Damian’s hand tightened on her back, and on Jonah’s laptop a live window bloomed — uploading now, in real time, a file with a filename that made her stomach drop: *Kingstone_originals.mov.*

In the distance, in the cave's dark entrance, a pair of blue eyes glowed faintly. That night, AquaGene Corp's livestream platform went online on time. Within five minutes, the number of viewers shot to number one, and the chat exploded. "Holy crap! Two mermen! That's some serious money!" "Wake up. This is a survival contest. The loser's life is on the line." "Sylas is so gentle. He's always watching his master." I shut off the live stream and watched the two mermen, worth ten million dollars in total, sleeping in the tank via the monitor.

When the lab's findings hit the livestream, the chat detonated. [The video is fake! Wendy was lying!] [So the wound on her belly is fake too! She was never pregnant!] [We got played. Wendy, you horrible woman!] [I was just cursing at May… I was cursing at a dead woman…] There was no blood left in Wendy's face. She watched the chat she had whipped into a frenzy turn on her one comment at a time. Her lips were shaking. "That isn't… That isn't what happened." She turned to Tristan.

My face split in a huge smile and it has been plastered for a long time. “What are we going to play?” I asked and sat with them in front of the TV. “You— nothing! We are playing Mortal Kombat!” Linc grimaced at me. “What?! Why?” “Because this game can only be played in 2!” Linc exclaimed and Raf laughed. “You are awful,” I exclaimed and went out of the room. I decided to call Mia. She accepted the call. “Hey, girl!” I said. “Hey, bish!” Mia screamed.

Yumm…The Pepperoni Pizza dip tasted amazing! I stood there idle for a while, listening to the music and enjoying my own company, glad I didn’t have to interact with anyone. But, not for long. A guy, who looked around my age, approached me and introduced himself, but then again I couldn’t hear him since the music was way too loud, and at this point everyone had their eyes on us. So, yes, I was visually panicking. “Get a hold of yourself, Aiv!” I mentally scolded myself. Something I do quite often.

He looked at the phone in the man's hand. "The footage was streaming live. Whatever he has, it is already uploaded." He looked at Lennon. "It is going live in sixty seconds." Lennon looked at the camera in the man's other hand, hanging at his side now, green light still on. He looked at Damien. Damien looked back at him, not asking or deciding. Present and still and looking at him with the full attention he brought to things that belonged to Lennon and not to him. "Do you want me to stop it." Roman's voice was careful. Not pressing. Giving it its full space. "I have a contact at the platform. Forty seconds and it does not go live."