Competition Quotes

For six years of marriage, Cyran Valehart and I lived with measured respect, as if we were partners holding the same scale in perfect balance. For the sake of my equestrian career, I refused to have children. He shouldered the gossip, endured the judgment, and stood beside me without hesitation. But when I rode into what should have been my final international competition, he went back home with his first love—her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. "All these years, you chose the horses over me," he spat. "That damned competition meant more to you than our family ever did." His voice shook with righteous anger, but his next words cut far deeper. "Six years ago, I abandoned Celia once. Now she carries my child. I won't betray her again." In that instant, my marriage became nothing but a title. I was reduced to a wife in name only, a figurehead in his home, a shadow he no longer cared to see. During the very competition meant to crown my life's work, Cyran laced a sharp needle beneath my saddle, each stride of my horse a fresh stab of pain meant to break us both. I lost the match. My horse collapsed with a shattered leg. And in that fall, my dream and my marriage were crushed together—ruined by the very man who once swore to protect them. Later, he paid with everything he had, desperate to make amends. But no matter what he sacrificed, Cyran Valehart was already behind me, nothing more than a ghost I would never turn to face again.

Before the final match of the national championship, I received some devastating news. As the team captain, I was accused of having stimulants in my water. I was immediately disqualified from the competition and faced severe penalties, including the possibility of a lifetime ban. Amid the overwhelming boos and jeers from the audience, all I wanted was to prove my innocence to my girlfriend. When I called her, she said in mockery, “It’s just 300,000 dollars. You aren’t that broke, are you?” “You’ve already earned more than enough honors. If you’d let Ethan play earlier, I wouldn’t have had to pull this move. “He’s been diagnosed with cancer. He doesn’t have much time left. I had to make his last wish come true.” She had no idea that this match was not just any competition for me. It was my last before retirement. I wanted to win the championship. I wanted to propose to her. I also planned to reveal my identity as the heir of Everglory Group.

Naratria Abiyaksa-Si tomboy yang mempunyai julukan preman pasar- saking gaharnya-baru saja memergoki pacarnya berselingkuh dengan Karina Winardi-calon kakak iparnya sendiri. Ternyata kata-kata Altan-sahabat oroknya telah terbukti, "Laki-laki ganteng itu kalo nggak gay ya, brengsek.Termasuk gue!" Itu adalah quotes favoritnya yang 100% benar! Sementara itu, Adzan Akbar Dewangga yang pernah kecewa akibat dikhianati kekasihnya, beranggapan bahwa wanita itu adalah makhluk yang egois dan manipulatif. Mengapa? Karena walaupun mereka salah, mereka akan tetap menyalahkan dunia. Saking muaknya berurusan dengan wanita, julukan gay pun kerap ditujukan padanya. "Gue heran ngeliat penampakan lo. Dibilang gembel ... ya, lo anak orang kaya. Tapi ngeliat celana bolong-bolong dan jaket penuh paku lo, kayak-kayaknya lo nggak pantes jadi anaknya Om Aksa dan Tante Lia. Lo ini lebih mirip landak dari pada manusia." -Adzan Akbar Dewangga "Gue malah lebih heran ngeliat lo. Ganteng-ganteng doyan batangan. Nggak sayang tuh, sama perabotan kalo terus dipake laga pedang?" - Naratria Abiyaksa

Hate You Until I Don’t Ave Carter swore she’d never speak to Blake Monroe again—not after he humiliated her and destroyed their friendship. But when they’re forced to partner for a school competition, old sparks ignite beneath the bitterness. Enemies, ex-best friends… and maybe something more. In a school full of whispers and second chances, can hate turn into something worth risking again?

The design competition is approaching, yet my fiancee swaps my application with an assembly line worker registration form just to help her first love. I have become the laughingstock of Kingsborough. "Maybe the shoes I wear in the future will be made by Mr. Dalton himself." "I heard Willa already called off the engagement. Makes sense. How could he ever measure up?" Willa Quinn stands there holding Aaron Yule, looking at me with open disdain. "You'll only lose your shot at the design competition. Aaron is the one losing his love. "You can't even compare to a fraction of Aaron, and you still think you can fight him for first place?" My chest tightens as if caught in a giant fist. After a long moment, she lifts her chin like a benevolent queen granting mercy and says, "When Aaron wins the competition, you can come back. I'll marry you then." I shake my head. "No. That won't be necessary." "I'll let the two of you have what you want."

My adopted brother made a name for himself during the potion competition by using a potion he had stolen from me. No one expected the competition to be a ruse, but it turned out to be a scheme to find a husband for the serpent clan's youngest princess. She was born barren, cruel, and hideous. That very night, the serpent clan delivered a marriage contract, demanding that the creator of the potion take the princess as his wife. When my fiancée heard the news, she panicked and bonded with my adopted brother on the spot. After sealing their bond, he lifted his shirt, proudly showing me the wolf mark carved into his back. "Your fiancée's mine now, bro. What are you going to do? You'll turn twenty-five in three days. If no one marries you by then, you'll be randomly matched to one of those older, violent nomad beastwomen." He was wrong. I still had one choice left. I found my parents in the front hall, once again cleaning up the mess he had made. "If he won't marry the serpent princess," I said, "then I will."

Eliana Deere, the heiress of a powerful pack of vampires, being the only daughter of Ross, its long-running ruler. A bright and secured future for her is waiting. The only problem is that she have never desired to live that kind of life. Hugo Smith, in an intense competition with his own brother for power, willing to do just literally anything in order to beat the latter. And to him, it does not matter who he bump into or turn against along the way.

Every ten years, Alpha King host a competition to choose the Alpha Supreme and it always have twenty competitors participate but only a quarter survive. When Elizabeth Grey is offered freedom in exchange oforaccompanying Alpha Sebastian Walts on the Hunt, she has no reason to refuse. After eight weeks of blood, mayhem, fruitless feeling, and dark secrets, a curse Alpha with a made Omega on the Hunt of a deadly game. Will things ever remain the same?

It was supposed to be just a typical day for Zanaya Reign not until she got herself entangled in the series of unfortunate events in a very unusual Academy for detectives. Mysteries are bound to happen, different emotions will linger and rise, and she will get involved in a competition for sleuths. Join Zanaya and her friends as they were put up to solve cases, unfold mysteries, fight against all odds and struggle to get out of the mess created by someone from their past.

I burned my painting right in front of the students and university staff. Thunderous applause filled the hall. Everyone thought it was some kind of performance. But my senior in the graduate program panicked. He rushed forward and grabbed my wrist, his voice tight. “Connor, have you gone mad? This is your only shot to prove yourself!” I shook him off, cold. A chance? That was his chance, right? During my past life, he stole the painting I poured my heart and soul into and entered it in the competition ahead of me. The composition, the colors, even my original technique… He copied all of it. He won the Gold Award for the National Youth Art Competition, signed with a top gallery, and basked in glory. Meanwhile, I was branded a shameless plagiarist. The insults and curses overwhelmed me completely. "Get out of the art scene already!" “A plagiarist like you should just die!” His fans stormed my studio, smashed my tools, and broke my right hand. With my world in ruins, I jumped off the studio roof. Opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the day my senior accused me of plagiarism.