Competitions With Cash Prizes Novels & Stories

His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth—or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed—a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I didn’t want to….escape.

At Harvard University, two worlds couldn't be farther apart. Caspian Hale is the golden boy, athletic, charming, and effortlessly popular. A star basketball player with a sharp jawline and a past he'd rather forget, Caspian transfers to Harvard after a fallout at his old school, promising himself a clean slate. Oliver Wren, on the other hand, lives in the quiet glow of sketches. Fair skinned, delicate, and endlessly curious, he's an artist whose mind runs on strokes and brushes, not people. When Caspian's teammates target Oliver for being different, Caspian follows along to keep his image untouchable. But what starts as teasing soon unravels into confusion, guilt, and an attraction he doesn't understand. As pranks turn to conversations and mockery to stolen glances, both boys find themselves caught between who they were and who they might become. In a world that prizes perfection, they discover that sometimes the most beautiful things are built from broken circuits and unexpected hearts.

“I think there’s a foible in my code...” “These obnoxious voices won’t leave me alone...” ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ Xiao Lee Tatsunumi is considered to be the perfect girl. She can dance and sing. Her interests are very dynamic when it comes to sports. She won multiple competitions as a gold medalist at a very young age and she's loved by everyone. She's... just basically and naturally good at anything. But then, as goes by the saying: “When everything's seem so blissful, there comes tragedy that’ll make you remorseful.” ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ The person she loved the most left her heart crushed eternally; as her once a dream in life became her greatest downfall. What could be the “worst” thing to happen if the world she’s in was no longer Earth? ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ Genre: Teen Fiction, Science Fiction

The Richie Rich who violated my daughter has gotten off unscathed. He sneers and throws a wad of cash in my face. "I'll show you what people mean when they say money makes the world go round!" In that split second, I want to tear him to pieces.

Via suffers from the disease of a visual hallucination; unable to distinguish the difference between the reality and hallucination whenever she was on its period. On the positive side, she was able to perform artistic talent on the stage and created a number of masterpieces based on what she sees in her hallucination period. Struggling with her disease, she became an ambitious painter since her childhood, has developed an extreme obsession with her talent in creating lifelike paintings as her only source of recovery. She had won numerous art competitions in various places enough to land her on a list of respected artists in her country of origin and popularity among her peers. However, this was not supported by her parents who lacked the proper knowledge in mental illness. She had been socially isolated for the twenty years of her life, as commanded by her helicopter parents. Determined to escape from the forced solitude and to treat her disease, she joined a prestigious art competition to achieve financial and emotional independence.

Mason Reid has everything hockey captain, scholarship, a dad who’s also the coach. The only thing he can’t have is Ezra Cole. When a cafeteria fight gets them benched, the principal forces them to train together in secret. What starts as hate turns into desperate stolen nights, lingering touches, and a kiss that cracks Mason’s whole world open. As senior year drags them through competitions, rumors, and a chaotic training camp, Mason and Ezra aren’t the only ones circling each other. A new transfer student wants them both. A popular girl falls hard for Ezra. And one jealous classmate catches something he was never meant to see… and starts blackmailing all four of them with a video that could destroy everything. Family rejection, panic attacks, public humiliation, and the fear of losing scholarships force Mason and Ezra to decide: keep hiding and lose each other forever… or burn it all down and skate out together.

Millie Boswell only needed one thing. Millie is down on her luck and needs cash fast, which is how she got lured into an office and was offered a business deal. In desperate need of help and nowhere else to turn, Millie agrees to marry a man she hardly knows to save herself from ruin. But she doesn't know what she is getting herself into with Asher Thomas.

At the company’s year-end party, management tried to cut costs by using junk as raffle items. The prize box was filled with bottle caps, instant noodle wrappers, toothpaste boxes, and other trash. Everyone was only allowed to pick one item and scan the QR code on it. Whether you won anything depended entirely on luck. I casually picked up a bottle cap and unexpectedly won a car worth 500,000 dollars. As soon as the vice president found out, he rejected my win and demanded that I hand over the prize. “The company spent 20 dollars to get these raffle items from a recycler. Any prizes won have to be recorded in the books as company assets. They belong to the company.” My boss reprimanded me as well, “Have you lost your mind because you’ve been poor? Do you think you could have won without the company? You don’t know how to be grateful, and now, you’re trying to take company property. Stop causing a scene!” I did not argue and calmly handed over the bottle cap. Then, I turned around and called one of our clients. My boss had forgotten one thing: I was the company’s top salesperson. If he insisted on crossing me, I would make him lose five million.

At the Hunting Festival, Cynthia Whitefang flashes a stack of cash and demands that my mate, Simon Fenwick, become her bodyguard. "Just accept it, Layla." Simon flashes his fangs and tells Cynthia to get lost in a rude tone. Our son, Noah Fenwick, who's chronically poisoned by silver, waves his fists angrily as well to chase Cynthia away. But I just stare at the stack of cash quietly. Memories of a conversation I had overheard last week surge into my mind at that moment. That time, Noah was tugging at the hem of Simon's shirt while standing under a tree. "Daddy, can I keep pretending to be poisoned? That way, Mommy will keep giving me money to treat my poison. I wanna buy gifts for Cynthia!" he said coquettishly. Simon had replied dotingly, "Of course! But you must remember to never tell Mommy that I'm not hurt. Only when she's filled with guilt will she love us forever." It turns out that my husband is faking his injury, while my son is faking being poisoned. They've played me like a fiddle the whole time. I, on the other hand, have to risk my life time and again to earn money just to treat their imaginary illness and wounds. To think that all of my earnings are used on pleasing another she-wolf… I raise my head, soon meeting Cynthia's confident gaze. "Okay. You can have him."

At one of the exclusive private casino parties, my eyes landed on a diamond tiara. The catch? It was the prize for a high-stakes blackjack game. Luckily, poker happens to be one of my many sins. A girl named Elara—whom I once pitied enough to introduce to Throne, hoping she’d land a job—has now declared she wants the tiara too. Naïve. Probably thought beginner’s luck was a real thing. I figured, fine. Let the cards decide. If I win, I walk away with the tiara. If I lose, I’ll find another way to soothe my pride. Easy enough. Thorne, my ever-watchful husband, leaned in and murmured, “Go easy on her.” I didn’t. I won. Beat the dealer faster than her and won the tiara. That girl cried at the table. Thorne didn’t look impressed for once. He rather seemed... irritated. I thought it was for Elara’s sake. Turns out, it was for mine. A year later, same party, different stakes. The grand prize? My own sex video. While holding Elara in his arms, my husband said to me, voice almost amusing, “Don’t you like winning prizes? Then go on. Win our sex tape back.”