Slice Of Live Novels & Stories

She moved to his face. “Open your mouth,” she ordered. “No,” Breeger replied. Arinia placed the knife by his manhood and he opened his mouth. She pulled his tongue out and cut it off. Blood flowed from his mouth and he swallowed quickly as blood ran down his throat. His screams were much reduced now. Then Arinia moved back to his groin and his mumbling screams grew in volume again as he feared she would sever his manhood. Instead she pierced the artery in his groin. A small nick was all it took. He bled like a fountain at first then, as the blood ran from his body the pressure dwindled.

“Try not to stroke out.” “Doctor’s orders,” I murmured. Niko stood by the door, security badge hanging crookedly from a lanyard he’d stolen from someone who actually worked here. His jaw was tight. His eyes were on me, not the feeds. “Three minutes,” Coleman’s voice crackled in my ear from the booth. “You’re going out live on four networks and a dozen streams. Some will cut you. Doesn’t matter. All we need is one unedited copy.”

Just white halls, white lights, and doors that looked like they’d never been touched. We got to a room filled with screens, and the second I stepped inside, my stomach twisted. Most of the feeds were scrambled. They had static and too bright lights. Nothing useful. One screen kept showing the same few seconds over and over. Ava walking down a hallway, turning her head a little like she heard something. The clip restarted the moment it got to the end. “Is this live?” Zade asked. I checked the feed list, then shook my head. “It’s looping. This isn’t real-time.”

She immediately said, "I can reattach it. Prepare for surgery immediately." The livestream was still ongoing. Many people had left after watching the heart surgery, so there were fewer viewers. But those who stayed in the stream were excited to see what happened. "I didn't expect we'd get an easter egg. This time, it's not a virtual surgery, but a real one!" The viewer count in the livestream began to skyrocket, and the live chat began to flood in once more. "Holy, she's going to do it for real?" "Reattaching a severed finger? Oh my god!"

It wasn't until she got into Larissa's car that she smacked her thigh in triumph and exclaimed, "I remember now! That's the guy from LuminoLive! He tried to get me to join them last time, but I refused." LuminoLive was the only live-streaming platform that could rival StreamWave. The country's most popular anchors were predominantly on these two platforms. Seeing someone having a meal with Lana, it was obvious what it meant. However, it remained unclear whether LuminoLive was attempting to poach Lana or if Lana herself wanted to jump ship.

"Now there’s a wound. Let’s see what you can do." I stared at him, disbelief flooding through every nerve. "You're fucking unhinged." "Yes." He tuts. "And be fast. There's poison on that scalpel so I have just a few minutes to remain alive."

Nothing else. I breathe in. The air tastes like dust and ozone. The room we are standing in is stripped bare from the fighting earlier. Exposed conduits run along the walls. The lights flicker but stay on. The city wants this seen. Eli is pacing near the door, running a hand through his hair, eyes darting between screens. He looks like someone who built a bomb and then realized the blast radius included himself. “This is live,” he says. “It is not filtered. There is no delay. Everyone is getting the same feed.”

“Luan Miler: 1975-1995” She bent down, her eyes filled with tears as she was getting even more nervous. She touched the grave and closed her eyes. As they both were connected she was able to see his memories by touching his grave...

“I’m gonna die soon, wouldn’t I?” “No, you won’t.” She said with so much faith that made me question her sanity. I raised the sleeve of my left arm and showed her the swollen veins which were getting worse by the minute. “How do I survive this, Camila? Tell me!” She stared at it for a while and then looked away. “You’re not gonna die.” “Stop saying that!!” I yelled in annoyance. “Stop it!!!” “You’re not going to die because I won’t let you!!” She revolted. “I would never let you die, Blade. Never!!”

The ticking timer on the bomb seems louder with every passing minute. Tick. Tick. Tick. Andrea paces nearby, growing increasingly agitated. “This is taking too long,” she snaps suddenly. Garrett looks toward the livestream setup. “Maybe he’s stalling.” “He wouldn’t risk her life.” “You sure about that?” Andrea glares at him. I remain silent, afraid speaking would only bring me more pain. Unfortunately, Andrea notices me anyway. “Oh, don’t look so miserable,” Andrea mocks as she walks toward me. “You should feel honored. Thousands of people are watching you right now.” My stomach turns. The livestream. I almost forgot about it. People are watching this happen. Watching me cry. Watching me beg