Challenge Corner Novels & Stories

Maria, standing nearby, explained, "Mr. Fletcher, if you pass the first challenge, you can move forward." Aaron raised an eyebrow. "And what’s the first challenge?" Maria pointed to the red strings. "Pick one and eat whatever it’s attached to. No reactions allowed—if you stay stone-faced, you pass." Aaron grinned and immediately turned to Lance, pulling him forward. "Buddy, it’s your time to shine." Lance remained calm and casually pulled one of the strings. At the end of it was a serving of mustard. Everyone winced at the sight, knowing all too well the intense kick of mustard.

Qyler arrived five minutes after Marguerite did. “And the winner of the challenge is Anders!” The marshal announced. Marguerite took off her helmet, and shook her head. She didn’t have a forlorn look like I expected, and instead looked at me curiously. “You’re good, I have to admit. I have a question though.” She finally said after looking me over for a moment. “Shoot.” I replied lazily. “The hurdle, why did you jump instead of going beneath it?” She questioned, with raised brows.

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

They were about San Fetillo organizing a sports tournament. The cogs in her mind began moving. Since there was a sports tournament, a bid would definitely be held as well. Edric would certainly participate, and she would not let him achieve his goal. The only opponent who could defeat Edric was the Golden Age Group. She hurried out of the house with her bag in hand to meet Jordan.

Tor had a grin on his face. “You two both shake hands.” Tor offered a handshake first. “Good luck, girl.” “You, too.” Her voice was lacking confidence, but I knew she could win this. Lyon got in the middle. “This challenge has no time limit. You only have three submissions to allow yourselves to take a ten-second break.” “Got it,” Shadow said. “Did she really get it?” Duke asked me. “I bet my twenty for her. She has to win the challenge.” “Okay, ready?” Lyon asked.

All I know is I will not tell her to prepare my food, she might poison me. I quickly bath, freshened up, and left the house. I couldn't wait to share the good news with my friends. They gave me till this weekend, if not I've lost but I achieved it quite earlier than the speculated time. I sent them a message on our group chat. 'At our usual spot, 7 p.m bills on whoever comes last and don't forget to come with the bet money.' The first person to reply was Adam, he wasn't happy about it, I knew he wouldn't be but who cares.

The humiliation that they suffer will make a big impact on their company. Cherie on the other hand is planning to talk with Jamie, to make clear everything, and to ask forgiveness on behalf of Damien. After a bit of heart-to-heart talk with Damien … She headed to Jamie’s house to clear things up, arriving at their front Cherie decided to park her car outside their gate, she gets off and headed to the gate where there is a security guard on their post. Cherie walks with her heels ticking as she approaches the two guards. The two-body guards had their jaw-dropping gestures as they recognize her. A model will always be known, especially that she is popular today. And admiring her is a normal th

He sighs in relief. I look at my watch again. It's still frozen, and I don't think it's because the thing ran out of batteries. Time doesn't move here, or it moves differently. My upper lip curls. Whoever created this place was clever. Not clever enough, though. It goes without saying that the Golden Coin must be in the center of this place, in the hardest to reach, the most dangerous, spot. Which is why we've been walking into every challenge since getting here. We were nearly eaten alive by those little monsters in the woods, but we managed to escape without any injuries.

Maybe he expected that. “You are sure?” he asked. “Yes.” “This is not a game, Damon.” “I know.” “If you lose, there will be no second chance.” “I understand.” He studied my face for a long second, like he was trying to see if I was bluffing. I wasn’t. Finally, he nodded once. “Then it will be done according to tradition.” The elders stepped forward quickly. Elder Marcus cleared his throat. “The challenge will be divided into three parts,” he announced. “Strength. Strategy. Control.”

It hissed and spat tiny sparks when the bubbles broke. Acid. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out. My stomach dropped. On the far end of the platform stood a towering metallic wall. It stretched all the way from the floor to the ceiling. Then the Game Master’s voice came, echoing from everywhere again. “Welcome to the next challenge, my delightful little contortionists. Before you stands your test — a game of Hole in the Wall.” The name made a few people scoff nervously, but the humor died quickly when the wall lit up with glowing blue outlines. They were shapes. Human shapes. Each one twisted into a different, impossible position.