The Live Novels & Stories

Leon asked and Mareili nodded with a sad smile. He left to the kitchen, took out the coffee kettle and placed it on the heater, he leaned on the counter and waited for the coffee when suddenly his phone beeped, he dipped his hand into his pockets, brought out the phone and read the message then smiled before serving the coffee and leaving to the lounge. The day went by so fast that it was soon night and Mareili was already getting ready to go to bed.. She strolled reluctantly into the bathroom and had a hot bath while Leon sat on the bed operating his phone...

I'm ready to live again. *********************************************

Lyla I stared at my screen, unblinking. Another message popped up: 'hello?' And then another: 'omg did you mean to go live?' I was frozen in my chair, staring at the screen as more and more messages filtered onto it. Down at the bottom of the screen, where the button to record used to be, was a pulsated dot that read 'live' in colorful letters. My mouth dropped open. Oh god. No. No, no no no.

Richard's eyes widened and he grinned. "Finally loosening up Bastian, I'll create a club track," Rich chuckled and started typing on his phone he connected to the screen and speakers through bluetooth. "We are going to be sleeping the entire first day we are at the hotel," I mumbled sourly and Miguel shrugged along with Alejandro. "Relax old timer, live a little," Richard said as he lit up a blunt. "Geezus, Richard," I mumbled and shook my head.

ladies and gentlemen which school is likely to produce the best contestant for this historic event and who is ready to take the ultimate prize. Will it be Royal University?, Central University, or Old Boys. We are yet to see with our own eyes. I am reliably informed that we have one hundred TV stations transmitting this program live across the length and breadth of this continent. So where ever you are in the stadium complex you are likely to be on tv. We have one hundred and eighty radio stations giving live commentary. Aside from that twenty international TV stations like BTB, Sky Power Tv, and Viewers Point Networks are also transmitting this program live to their various continents and a

A problem shared and all that. "Have you made any plans today?". Merryn asked. "I thought about going for a walk and maybe to the beach. That's the one thing I missed most about living in London. There was nowhere to escape to and it was always loud and busy." Piper replied. "That's why dad and I would never come and visit. The thought of being exposed to the hustle and bustle of a big city left us with a feeling of dread. I can't tell you how happy we are that you decided to come home. We've missed out on so many special occasions and it's time to make up for it". Merryn replied ruefully.

I always wondered how it would have felt to live till you get old. To die a natural death. To hold the hands of your partner and the eyes of the people who lived with you all this while and say goodbye. I just wondered how it would have felt to live beyond the age of 22. I am Macy and I died of leukaemia at the age people say you start living. In my defence, Taylor Swift did make a whole song on being 22! But here I am dead and gone, yet very much feeling 22.

Whether there are privileges or not is obvious at a glance! Three split screens then appeared in the live broadcast room.

Even those standing in the back row could see a huge diamond. "Sandra, will you marry me?" All the voices of doubts were eliminated by what was happening as another exciting event attracted everyone's attention. Ivy, who was still on the big screen, was obviously watching the live broadcast over on Sandra's end. She almost broke down when she saw the situation overturn. Ivy shouted incessantly. The host saw that things were not right, so he shut down the live broadcast. The host knew who Zachary was, and he could not afford to offend him.

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]