Unnamed Vtuber Novels & Stories

I didn’t know people could be so outgoing like this. “Tell me your name” she demands again, “please” “Fine!” I grit my teeth together, “Kayden” I tell her, “Kayden Phillips” She immediately pulls out her phone and starts to type, then her jaw drops and she abruptly swerves her head to me. “You are the Kayden Phillips?” Arielle looks surprised which baffles me, I mean everyone knows that name right? “Do you know me?” “Of course” she beams, “my friends talk about you all the time”

"My name's Philip, P.H.I.L.I.P, can you call me that?" "Geez, okay, Philip, can I talk now?" He arched an eyebrow and the younger sighed nodding. "So, I have a doubt" "Go ahead, I have to go home" He said impatiently. "You're a stripper, right? The goddamn know stripper Philip, the one who works at the most famous nightclub and the boy everyone wants to fuck with... Hm, who's virgin, how ironic" Mikhail Winters said with sarcasm dripping from his mouth "Philip James, the untainted stripper, right?"

Geez. "I-im Veronika Race Mendez. Im 18 turning 19 this coming October. My supposed real name is actually Veronica with a C and Grace, not Race but I guess the typewriter made a mistake well anyways, personally I think my name is kinda cool and I like it. I hope you guys are gonna be good to me and make friends with me. Thank you" And didn't I say I'm not nervous at all? Hah. I did it. I survived and conquered my fear.

Player 07 Game Name: K Whatever Age: Twenty- five Talents: Best in sleeping, fast eater, slow-witted, high endurance, grass picker Hobbies: Sleep, eat, watch anime/kdrama, read manhwa/manga, drooling on yaoi couple but no to another couple V made a weird face as he read the form after I gave it back to him, "T-twenteen." I smiled like an angel, "Is there a problem?" He shook his head, "Nope." The form popped and vanished, "You have been registered. Congratulations. As a Fetus Rank, only basic information can be shared with you, as you grow higher, the more information you can open." "Stats, open," V stated and a bubble thing like status in-game, appeared!

The scholarship winner. I smirked. “He tagged her,” I muttered under my breath. Morgana leaned over, but I shifted slightly, keeping the screen to myself. I tapped the tag. RitaDaniel. A plain username. No profile posts. No highlights. No updates. Nothing. Just a profile photo of some anime character with oversized eyes and pastel-colored hair. I scoffed. “An anime avatar? Is this girl serious?” “She must be a ghost on social media,” Morgana said, rolling her eyes. “Zero posts? She probably has zero social life.” Morgana spoke as if she understood what I was referring to.

It was mostly done as a form of entertainment where gamers shared their perspective of the gameplay with others over a stream channel. Zen Taro was one of the only gamers who did not reveal his face and rarely recorded his gaming sessions. He only streamed whenever he was attempting a new world record. It didn’t take long for the name ZT to become very well-known in the community. To date, many of his accomplishments remained unbested, and nobody came close to his godly skills.

She had abandoned everything just to come here and see the streamer she had followed for half a year. "Girl, you're a fan of Checkmate Zero too? I get it. He never talks during streams. If I hadn't heard his teammate's voice once during a broadcast, I wouldn't have figured out his identity either!" The person enthusiastically shared their discovery, even pulling up his profile to show her. "He actually streamed briefly four years ago. But because he never spoke and his skills weren't fully developed yet, not many people remember it. "Oh, right—back then, I think he used the ID LeoWinter. He just changed his streaming account later, but his in-game ID stayed the same."

I chuckled, and even felt encouraged by her surge of energy, so, we both began to walk up the stairs. “So, what are your plans, while staying here?” I asked, out of curiosity, and also to engage her in a conversation. “Well, I don’t know for now. But I think I might just have to take my time to find out what I could do with my life, here.” “If this helps, you can create a vlog channel, and it’s going to be about things you really know about, and love to engage in.” I suggested, and she covered her mouth in surprise.

I sat back and let the silence thicken. Then the next message came. “I don’t need your name to own you.” I blinked. My fingers hovered above the keyboard. For a second, I wasn’t VelvetMistress. I was Nova. And I didn’t know why that made me cold all over. I ended the stream five minutes later. No warning. No goodbye. I just closed the laptop. My apartment was still. Dim. The glow of the screen faded. I pulled off the mask first. Then the wig. My real hair clung to my temples. Sweat on my neck. I wiped it away with the back of my hand.

Naomi was invisible in real life. She liked it that way. Classes, campus, coffee shop she existed in the background. She wore oversized sweaters, headphones tucked in, and her hair in a messy bun. Few people knew her name. Even fewer remembered her face. But online. She was someone else entirely. Behind her locked door, curtains drawn and fairy lights glowing, Naomi transformed into her alter ego: VioletNoir, a cam girl who wore nothing but lace and desire, watched by strangers who worshipped her every movement.