Contests Novels & Stories

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

Three Months Later "You're not going to tie me tonight," Aditya growled. "Oh I will," Miral winked. "Nope. Not happening." Aditya sounded stern in his words. Miral looked at him and let out a smirk. The moment Miral did that, Aditya pouted. "We made a deal that one night you're gonna dominate in the bed, and the other night I will. But from three days, you're the one dominating," he complained like a little kid.

“Not everyone sees competition as harmless.” “I’ll manage.” “I know,” he replied softly. “You always do.” We talked for a while before ending the call. When I lowered my phone, his warning lingered in my mind. “Not everyone sees competition as harmless.” If really, Theo thinks this way, it will be best if I prepare my defence for this unhealthy rivalry. “Rowan!” I heard my name from across and my heart skipped for a moment.

Once the challenge is made, it can't be taken back} Dolph linked me with a sad face. I hated all of this. Of course, I wanted Griffin to win but I didn't want either of them to be hurt. An Alpha I didn't know approached the center of the circle we made. Griffin gave me a quick kiss and joined him. Chance joined them as well. "Okay, this challenge is between Beta Chance and future Alpha Griffin for the Alpha's title, position and mate. There will be no weapons but either or both of you can shift any time after the start. The challenge will not end until one of you submits or dies. Do you understand and agree to these terms?" the Alpha questioned.

We were practically strangers, and yet, the thought of something happening to him had knots tightening in my stomach. With the plan so direct, there wasn't going to be a one-on-one combat. It was a free style competition. You could stay in your wolf form or shift, as long as whatever choice you made, didn't get you killed. And both competitions were happening simultaneously. The two groups were separated by a coding,a beet red line, that burnt eyes, even from where I sat. "The contest begins, officially. " The referee blew the whistle and raised the Kingdom's white flag, indicating the start of the contest.

“Paige plagiarized another composer’s work. I, Luna—also known as Briella McKenna—hereby revoke her eligibility from this competition. She is permanently banned from all musical contests and blacklisted from the international music community and global associations. Additionally, I will be formally filing a lawsuit against her. The final results are as follows: Champion: Ria. Runner-up: Leticia. Third place: Verrel. This concludes the competition.” ***

Courtney asked. "Uh, I don't know." Ron answered, deciding that if Amy found out he had anything to do with these two, she'd be pissed. "You should do it honey," Beth chimed in, "It might be fun. What type of contest is it?" Courtney, taking the lead, answered, "Oh, you know, just some crazy relay races and stuff. It should be fun, plus there are prizes from the sponsors." "Um, .....I just don't think........." Ron tried to come up with a good reason to decline, but as he stammered out his excuse, Shannon grabbed one wrist and Courtney the other.

Lozark's voice echoes through the walls and the pillars. “I got information that we have more cursed ones in the pack. As for your next competition, the one who brings me a cursed one will receive 20 stars. Boys and girls are both allowed to participate. This is your choice whether you want to hunt them and win 20 stars or wait for the next competition.” “The competition will start in two days.” Stepping an inch away from Rizz's embrace, my gaze meets his eyes. “We need to do something.” My lips whisper. “What do you want to do?”

"THE WINNER OF THE DESIGNER'S DEN CONTEST!" *****

Please, let this not be what I think it is. She nodded, shuffling some papers on her desk. "The oratory contest committee just sent an update, and there have been a few changes." I almost sagged in relief. It was just about the contest. Not some grand exposure. Not another cruel twist in Brandon’s games. Just the competition. "Changes?" I echoed, trying to get my heartbeat under control. "Yes," she said. "First, the contest will now be held for five days instead of two. It will also serve as a major youth conference, so the competition has been extended to accommodate that."