Slice Of Live Novels & Stories

Harvey said and just within fifteen minutes, all the foods are gone and the lunch boxes were so clean that you won’t see even a grain of rice. They were resting after a meal when a notification was sent to Derrick. It was a notification that he set to any event made by Bianca. And now, she was streaming live. It’s Bianca, Michelle and Vivian while only the voice of Arrianne can be heard. Well, there’s also Adrian but he was wearing a mask. “Guys look!” Derrick said and showed them his cellphone playing the livestream of Bianca. Luigi get the remote and opened the smart TV and connected it to the livestream account where Bianca is live streaming so they can watch in a large screen. Just one l

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.

Another person also said, “You can access their live broadcast to see what’s going on if you’re really worried. I think that it won’t be a problem for them to escape with their speed.” Clara sobbed and clicked on Quentin’s single-player live broadcast on her hover ball. After that, she saw that what appeared on Quentin’s live broadcast was a 360-degree view of Sienna’s absolutely stunning and flawless face.

The live stream threat hung over us like a guillotine. I stared at the message, my body numb. They want to broadcast our most private conversation live? The world will watch us admit we’d choose each other over everything. I can’t take much more of this. Every new threat chips away at what’s left of me.

"Ah! Someone, come quickly! Get this bloody prop out of here!" Sally's hysterical scream interrupted Quilton just as he was walking toward me. The moment he heard the word "prop", Quilton snapped back to his senses. Sally clung tightly to Quilton's clothes. She looked terrified as she buried herself in his arms. "Holly is too much, preparing gruesome props like this. Quilton, you know I faint at the sight of blood," she whined.

pressed the scalpel against my waist, the icy sting of the blade making me shiver. The live stream chat, open only to special members, was alive with chatter. Up on the observation deck, the other people in the room with Samantha spoke in low, excited murmurs. "Dr. Sonnet, this is truly an amazing idea! Live harvesting of an organ… The sheer shock value alone will make our live stream explode with popularity!" Someone who looked like an assistant stepped forward with their phone, pressing it tightly against the one-way glass to capture every flicker of terror crossing my face.

Damien manned the feed in the control room, tracing data in real time. Halfway through the broadcast, Luna smiled faintly and said, “If I’ve learned anything in this business, it’s that silence doesn’t protect you. It buries you.” The live chat lit up with hearts and support, and then everything glitched. The screen flickered. The feed crackled with static. Luna’s mic cut out, replaced by a distorted audio. Her face froze mid-sentence. On the control panel, a new video signal forced its way into the stream.

“He’s maintaining a resonant frequency! That ‘tear’ is probably a lubricant drip from a misaligned psychic bearing!” Lina whirled to face me, a grin spreading across her shimmering form. “That’s it. That’s our angle. We go live. Right now. We react. We provide… commentary.” “Sarcastic commentary,” Kael clarified, not looking up from his screens. “I can pipe in a live feed of Jeff’s actual, non-tearful diagnostic readings as a lower-third graphic. Very dry. Very technical.” It was madness. It was brilliant.

The Geneva broadcast room was silent except for the hum of servers and the ticking of a large analog clock on the far wall. Sophie sat before the camera in a navy blazer, hair slicked into a low bun, lips bare, eyes lined with sleep-deprived steel. “Stream is live in 30 seconds,” the tech director called. Rachel adjusted the lighting. Camellia hovered near the tablet with backup feeds on standby. Alexander stood just outside the frame, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Sophie exhaled slowly. “Let’s begin,” she said. The Phoenix livestream activated across three continents.

The conference hall had become a live broadcast room. The newly opened live broadcast channel had professional cameras. A large amount of money was tipped to the channel, attracting traffic. The best lapidarist they could get their hands on controlled the machine to cut one hundred rough stones on site. This feeling was like someone buying one hundred lottery tickets and drawing the numbers on the spot. It was very eye-catching. Everyone could not wait to enter the live broadcast channel to watch it. ‘Coke and popcorn are ready. Please start your performance.’