Social Viewer Novels & Stories

The ring light reflected in Vespera’s eyes—two tiny halos of artificial white fire. She sat in the high-backed leather chair of Cyprian’s study, the crimson blazer looking like armor against the dark bookshelves behind her. The laptop camera was on. The red "LIVE" indicator was blinking. Viewer Count: 10,432 Viewer Count: 56,890 Viewer Count: 102,100 The numbers climbed vertically. The chat stream on the side of the screen was a blur of toxicity, moving so fast it was impossible to read individual comments.

Naturally, those people would kill time by watching a potential drama unfold before their eyes. Just as she expected, the viewer count continued to rise rapidly as more people flooded to watch the live feed. Even though there were a few media companies live-streaming the event at the same time, each of the live feeds had over a few million viewers paying attention to the real-time event. The media staff slowly adjusted their camera angles to focus on Rebecca instead of the scene of her having a showdown with the leader of the mob. Right now, all the live feeds showed her slender figure looking at her watch.

I picked up the medical report beside me and showed it to the camera. “My doctor diagnosed me months ago,” I said. I gathered the courage to look at the screen again— But my eyes froze on the number of viewers. In just a few minutes, my live stream had already reached over a hundred thousand viewers. I was shocked. After all, it usually took days of promotion to get this many people to watch.

"How many?" The assistant glanced at the number. "It's now at over 30 million viewers. You know, in the past, our show would usually only pull in around 10 million viewers. Although this episode had a higher cost, it’s more exciting. The viewership temporarily exceeded 40 million when Sophia fought with Sebastian. The audience is very enthusiastic, actively commenting on the events." "Then continue shooting, but the money still needs to be deducted." However, as his words fell, someone outside reported, "Director, Mr. Patton is here."

Despite the pleasure flooding her senses, the streamer remembered her camera angle, giving her audience another eyeful of cleavage, resting heavily against her chair as she enjoyed herself. The image must have been burned into the retinas of her silent viewers as Queenie rated the intensity she was feeling in the app. The app took the submitted information and processed it while London changed hands to hold the vibrator and moved to a more comfortable position sitting sideways on the chair and catching her breath.

he said, his tone laced with disdain. I sneered, meeting his gaze. “You think this changes anything? You’re playing a dangerous game, Grey.” He stepped closer, his face inches from mine. “This isn’t a game, Frank. This is justice.” Behind him, a screen flickered to life, showing live footage of Gabby’s son. My stomach twisted. Grey noticed my reaction and smirked. “Oh, yes. We’ve been watching. Did you really think we wouldn’t find him?” “You’re making a mistake,” I growled.

"Reach out to D.K Turbo Fuse. Tell them we'd like to meet to discuss a possible partnership." "Okay, sir." "What's the update on the TV interview?" "We have two options, sir. Sunrise Television, ten a.m. morning news—reach of 250,000 to 500,000 viewers. And Mainvoice Media, seven-thirty p.m. evening show—150,000 to 200,000 viewers." He just needed enough traction to throw the press off Ian's claims. The internet would do the rest. "Mainvoice Media. Two days from now." He had to counter before Ian came up with something else.

The staffer was flushed with excitement. "Our stream just blew up! Sure, we paid for some promotional traffic, but this effect—this reach—is off the charts! Right now, we're closing in on a million viewers, and the numbers are still climbing!" Fabian hurried over to check. One glance, and he froze. In the time it took for him to exchange a few words, the viewership had already broken the million mark. A million… A million! All his years in directing, and he had never seen such heat around a project.

She tried to subtly look around to see if she could see anyone watching her, but no one was in sight. A thought came to Naomi and she messaged Lottie Naomi: Hey. Could a seer ‘monitor’ a specific person? Lottie: How do you mean? Naomi: I feel like I am being watched whenever I am outside but I cant see anyone and right now I am in the hospital carpark and it’s really open so I don’t know how anyone could be hiding. Lottie: Ah got you. You mean like could they tune in like a TV channel. Channel Naomi. Remote viewing?

“Penelope. She is on the grid. She is doing it right now.” “Doing what?” I asked. “Look at the link!” he yelled. “Just look at it!” The screen flashed as a data packet dropped into my inbox. I tapped the glass. A livestream opened instantly. The feed was crisp, bright, and shot from a high angle. Penelope stood on a massive stone platform in the centre of the Westview square. The wind caught her dark hair, pulling it across her sharp jawline. Santiago stood exactly two steps behind her.