Slice Of Live Novels & Stories

She single-handedly managed to cut the rich woman off. "Madam, I'm a loyal fan of yours! I was there when you started your first live stream! I never thought I'd get to see the real and living you!" she exclaimed. These words sounded a little strange when put together. Giselle had always been alive. It was not like she had died before. Giselle could not help but feel rather embarrassed. The viewers in the live stream channel seemed to feel the same way. "This streamer's quite funny. The 'real and living Madam'? Those who have no clue what's going on might think Giselle has risen from the dead!"

The livestream thumbnail sharpened into a tabletop scene—papers squared, a hand wearing a ring that looked older than the person attached to it, and a camera angle chosen to feel intimate without being honest. The title pulsed in the corner like a heartbeat somebody else owned: oxygen—MIDNIGHT SERVICE (LIVE)

“Do you know how terrified and desperate people are when they see their internal organs being removed by you?! It’s your turn now. Feel It!” “What are you afraid of? Do it! You’ve cut so many internal organs. What’s there to be afraid of now?! You don’t deserve to be afraid!” “Stop talking! She’s doing it!” Just as the audience in the live broadcast room was getting angry, Adalind made her move. In the live broadcast room, Adalind was looking for a position. Because the fruit knife was too long and difficult to operate, she directly grabbed the part of the blade with her hand. Bright-red blood slowly dripped onto the ground along the serrated blade, making a clicking sound.

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.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

he looked at me clearly offended. "Your voice sounds like two stones being rubbed together," I said nonchalantly. "Yah! My voice is ador-" His outburst was interrupted by a notification from my phone. I snatched it from him and saw that it was from V-Live app. I'd downloaded it in case any news had been reported from the members. I clicked on it and saw that SSB was holding a LIVE now. I looked over at Jimin who had a questioning look on his face.

Julian’s gaze dipped away, and that pit in my stomach became a black hole. “Unfortunately, the footage was broadcast live.”

The room froze. Complete silence. Not a single sound. Not even breathing. Because everyone understood what that meant. And judging by the expression on Cassian’s face— that wasn’t even the worst part. Then another notification appeared on every screen inside the villa. A single sentence. Bright red letters. Impossible to ignore. FINAL LIVE BROADCAST BEGINS IN 60 MINUTES. And beneath it— a second message appeared. One that made Cassian lose all color. TELL HER THE REST. OR WE WILL.

Legitimate wife,' thought Keysha. Soffia and Sabrina, who were sitting at another table, also watched Keysha's live I*******m. Seeing how Keysha took action, Soffia and Sabrina laughed and couldn't imagine how angry Aira was right now. . . "Ok everyone, let's go live today because lunch is about to end." Keysha said while waving her hand. Since earlier, Keysha deliberately did not turn off the live streaming; even at lunch, Keysha deliberately showed their romance. Xavier couldn't move, especially since his mother was also watching.

Everyone watching the live stream was waiting for this day. They expected to see it all—my surprise, my shock, maybe even tears. But too bad for them. I was going to disappoint them. They'd never get to see it.