Cash Prize Competitions Novels & Stories

Surprisingly, I found myself getting excited by his threats. “Ye… yes… “ I answered, trying to calm down my racing heart. Oh God! I was expecting a day like this to come but not so early. Tyler mustn’t know of this, not now. “Good! I won’t ever repeat myself again, is that clear?” He asked, waiting for an answer. I gave him a curt nod but quickly whispered “yes” when I realized he couldn’t see me. “You coming with me to a charity ball tonight” Denver’s cold voice broke me out of my trance. “I’m not a patient man Mia. Time is precious to me and delay won’t be tolerated ” he finished muttered.

Saying this he disconnects the phone. While everyone is sitting and talking in Tanya's house. Tanmay asks Shivam, “ Shivam, what should we do about the hacking competition that happens every year?” "What to do? It is under your control, you yourself see what to do," Shivam replied without looking at him. "Hacking competition, Tanya asked in shock." When she was so shocked, Tanmya replied, "Every year our company organises a hacking competition and the winner is given prize money and also a job in the company.”

She wasn't happy, expecting her life to be different. People ate, and socialized, and generally had a good time, waiting for the prizes. Vendors had donated some, but he looked at projected attendance and bought enough prizes to ensure everyone would win something. The four top prizes, the ones that would go last, were a twenty four bottle wine cooler in stainless steel with a glass front, a really nice gas grill, a day at a full service day spa for two, and a thousand dollars, cash. People groaned at their prizes while their friends laughed, then laughed when they got something just as goofy. Many of the small prizes were selected with the laughter value in mind. As the small prizes disappe

"It's conveniently open to mech designers who have just graduated or are in their final years in college. I guess the Republic wants to make sure it hasn't missed any talents." "You should check out the rewards." Ves did, and widened his eyes. 1st Prize - Gold Cup, 1 million bright credits 2nd Prize - Silver Cup, 500,000 bright credits 3rd Prize - Bronze Cup, 200,000 bright credits If he won first prize, then even if he couldn't meet the interest payment, he could at least afford other necessities. The raw materials to build up a mech didn't come cheap. "These aren't even the real rewards, Ves. If you stand out during the competition, you might be able to get an audience with the real movers

I was thankful at that moment that my camera was off. “Now of course there is a substantial cash prize as well, but let’s be honest here, not many of you are here for that, I mean if it was just cash you were after, than you’d be going down more legit means, but with many underground fight clubs there is always something more sweeter on offer.” The sick fuck went on. He had stood up at this point, and looked far too confident in himself and proud of what he was about to do. “The point of tonight is to introduce you to the one thing you all signed up to win. The pet, a living breathing sex doll, and to show you how well-behaved and obedient she truly is.”

"So what is the grand prize for winning this contest?" "Well, there's the huge cash prize of a million dollars—" "That sounds like a lot of money," Travis remarks. I take a breath before I begin to mention the perks of becoming the winner of the contest, "It sure is. Then there's the recognition and fame that comes with winning such a prestigious award, the endorsements, the access to first class equipment and labs for inventing, and, having the title of a renowned inventor. Not to mention I would also get a sponsorship into any college of my choice when I graduate high school!

I continued to sip my coffee, fingers slipping through the ceramic cup. “... so there’s an open spot,” Tina continued, “are you in?” I shook my head. Even if I needed that prize, I don’t think I can do this tonight. When I find out who that reckless motorcycle driver was, I will punch him in the throat. “What? Why?” she asked with furrowed brows. “You’ve been wanting to enter that competition, right?” “I just don’t feel good right now,” I reasoned. “Oh. Too bad, they raised the grand prize to five thousand.”

“Anyway...are you playing tonight?” “Depends on what the prizes are. Are they as good as the last time I attended?” “I think so. I know for a fact they have one of those fancy refrigerators with the touchscreen and Bluetooth. Go ahead and play for that one for me.” “Anything else?” “Hmmm, they are also offering to pay for your groceries for a year. Basically, you’ll get a $12,000.00 gift card to Whole Foods.” “You’re not slick, woman. If I manage to pull that off, then you wouldn’t have to pay for groceries,” Pierce chuckled.

The voice of the emcee echoed loudly, and the crowd fell into a hush. As the pointer dropped, the crowd’s eyes widened in anticipation. Ding! Finally, the pointer stopped moving. “Congratulations Mr. Crawford, on winning the Mercedes-Benz G500 prize worth 300,000 dollars! Let’s give him a huge round of applause!” The host yelled in excitement. “Ahhhh!!!” The crowd screamed. Of course, the winners for the other prizes were all by random, but as for the main prize, Mr. Crawford was set to win it even though he may not have appreciated it.

“And if your canvas does place in the standings, the prize money from the sponsors is no joke for a lower pack.” The direct mention of the medical prize money instantly lights a bright, hopeful spark in Hailee’s eyes. I smile and add, “My ears heard there is a heavy payout for the top ten spots tonight. First place takes home three million credits, and even the tenth-place finisher earns a cool hundred thousand. If your canvas lands anywhere in the top ten, your hands are guaranteed at least that much for the surgery.” Excitement creeps deep into Hailee’s shaking voice. “But this is already the final round of the tour. Isn’t it way too late for a rogue to enter the pool?”