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Maya sat up, instantly awake. "I've been monitoring social media like you asked. Watching for information about the Purge Initiative." Quinn was shaking. "They just went public. Like, really public." She opened her laptop and turned it so we could see the screen. A slick, professional website filled the display. The header read "The Cleansing: Protecting Humanity from Supernatural Threats." "They're livestreaming it," Quinn said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sarah's execution. They're going to broadcast it online to the entire world."

“But we don’t have any of this. Our needles are often ran through hot water and reused. We don’t get a bandage or anything. Some people bring a rag with them, but I found the bleeding usually stops in a few minutes, so I just go about my day with my sleeve rolled up.” The more I hear about how the Blacks are running Beotown, the more I want to start a war. “That’s insane,” I mumble. “All right, well what I really wanted you to smell in here is this.” I take her elbow and lead her over to the table where the solution is kept. I take the lid off and give her a whiff. Immediately, her forehead creases. “What’s this for?” “The clinicians use it to wipe down the needle and the feeder’s arm.” I ho

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam

Blakeley walked into the bathroom and sighed, took off her clothes and stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair had eggshells on them and she started to pick out the shells. When she was finally done, she used Cole’s shampoo and washed her hair. She took her bath more than once. As she scrubbed her body, tears streamed down her eyes, she never knew she would be treated that way. After she had taken her bath to her satisfaction, she got dressed in the clothes Cole gave her. She walked out of the bathroom and sighed in relief, she felt relieved and clean. She dropped her former clothes in the laundry. She took a look around his room again before walking out.

"We just have to change the **Signal**." ### The Live-Stream Siege "Sam! Keep filming!" I shouted, climbing up his shoulder to stand near his ear. "Everyone watching... they have toys at home. Tell them to turn on their **Bluetooth**! Tell them to sync with your stream!" "Why?" Sam asked, his voice cracking.

Yellow fluid mixed with blood snaked through the cracks in the tiles, forming a thin stream. She extended a finger and wrote a crooked “regret” in the river of blood. Then, her fingertip went still. Rio glanced back just once, then immediately gagged. While gagging, he pulled out his phone and pressed the live-stream start button. Then, he said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Folks, brace yourselves! The most tragic scene on the planet. Start sending in donations!” Just as he looked down to adjust the beauty filter, a wave of scalding heat swept over him from behind.

"You guys spread the news too fast." She answered a few questions from time to time. After a while, she started her makeup tutorial. Someone posted a message asking her for a perfume blending tutorial. The two parties had different opinions and soon started fighting in the live stream room. In the message, someone joked: [Just teach the undertaker how to put on makeup, and I shall die to be your corpse.] Helma's face darkened: "Don't joke about this." By the time the live broadcast ended, the revenue from a single stream had exceeded 10 million.

The title of my stream was simple—"Six Years: From Aspiring Best Actress to the ICU" Ten minutes after going live, my viewers shot past a hundred thousand. Most of them had come for the drama between Blake and Keira. Scandals among the rich and affluent, a love triangle, a sketchy kidnapping—every single piece was clickbait gold. I wasn't wearing any makeup. My face was pale, and I was in a hospital gown. I looked fragile but real. "Hi, everyone. I'm Joanna Yarrow. A lot of you know me because I'm Blake Stone's fiancee. Almost fiancee."

The bathroom was an immaculate space: white and black chequered floor tiles, white tiled walls and an enormous white tub in the centre of the room, balanced on gilded claws clutching jade spheres. Ridiculous. The double shower on the back wall called to her, and she stepped out of her tattered dress and turned it on. Warm water began to pour from an ornate overturned vase that sat high on a shelf in the wall, cascading down, before simply disappearing into the wooden slats on the floor. Another button turned on extra jets within the wall that twinkled with coloured lights and blasted delicious currents into her back and down her thighs. A moan slipped between her lips as she tilted her head

I also didn't really know anything about their old packs. I walked over to my mom, teasingly hugging her covering her in my sweat. “Rose my gosh you're disgusting!” She laughed writhing out of my arms. I smirked and sat at the table. I'd shower after dinner. My dad walked in as I sat and tossed a book at me that I caught easily. It was the next installment in my current favorite series. I smiled wildly. “Thank you dad, I appreciate this!” With that I ran upstairs to put it on my admittedly packed bookshelf. I would start it later after I showered and got comfortable for the night.