Slice Of Live Novels & Stories

“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.

We go to my car and I start the car to go to the club Morte. . Hello guys how are you all!! Also tell me that what I have to improve. Thank you❤❤❤

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.

“That’s the trigger signal. Phase two’s live.” He smirks. “Time to dance.” I unsling the blade across my back, fire curling at my fingertips. “For Layah,” I whisper. Kai echoes it like a promise. “For Layah.”

I cleaned the cut, gave her a cookie, and didn’t think about hiding the kitchen knives. Progress. We’re not healed. But we’re not haunted. We’re just… Living.

“I’ve been fingering my stretch-marked cunt every night thinking about four men destroying me. I want to be a gangbang slut so bad—” Suddenly, Lucas’s phone started exploding with notifications. His eyes widened in horror as he looked at the screen. “Helen… what the fuck did you do?!” he choked. I pulled back, confused, strings of spit still connecting my lips to his glistening dick. That’s when I noticed my own phone screen. Instead of the red “recording” dot… it showed “LIVE — 1.8K watching.” My filthy confession, every sloppy suck, every desperate moan, had been broadcasting live to the entire venue.

Jake watches me, his jaw tight, like he wants to stop me but knows better than to try. I glance at him once, just to see his eyes, and there’s something there that holds me still for a second—love, worry, pride. I grip the hilt and draw in a breath. And then I slice. The sting shoots through me sharp and real, but I welcome it. This pain is a reminded that I am still alive... it dulls the coldness that is encasing my heart. The blood rises fast, warm and red, sliding down my hand. But I don’t flinch. I hold it out to him, open, offering everything I am.

Laughing, smiling, talking…even breathing. I came alive with Romeo. Some days, I wished I could be Romeo for the rest of my life. But who am I kidding? I didn't have any life remaining in me. "I know, it is shocking for me to do a Livestream now but I– have to." The comments section was pouring with everything sweet and fluffy, crying emojis and broken hearts and how they were so worried, yada yada. My smile grew wider.

it's like sadness. I was just scrolling through Twitter while eating a box of pizza. And of course, waiting for Ethan's call. The last time we talked, he was going to HBLE. I never talked or saw him again after they were live. DIONYSUS went live on all social media platforms. Many people were happy and satisfied with their live earlier. It's been quite a while since they've been able to live in full. They live but only by unit. Of course, the Wines missed that they were whole.

The knife was ripped from my hands. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped. Then, to my horror, he pulled out his phone and set up a livestream. One by one, he placed thirty hamburgers on the table. "You claim that whenever Tina eats, the food transfers into your stomach? Fine. Let the livestream family be the judge. If you keep this up, I'll break up with you right here and now." Viewers had no idea what was happening. The comments scrolled by in a frenzy.