Hunger Games Sponsors Novels & Stories

Taylor's POV The attack didn’t come as a headline. It arrived in polite, official envelopes. First, a notice from the IRS about a “routine audit” of the Crossroads Youth Athletic Foundation’s financial records—scheduled with unprecedented speed. Then, emails from three major corporate sponsors, citing “shifting budgetary priorities” as they pulled their funding. By noon, a business news segment ran a carefully worded piece questioning the “financial governance” of “celebrity-affiliated charities,” mentioning no names but showing a very specific, familiar exterior shot of the foundation building.

“More than the Hartley family and Starlight Entertainment combined.” “So the final decision belongs to them.” Bella felt like she had just survived a roller coaster. “I thought the only sponsors were the Hartley family and Starlight,” she said. “Where did this new sponsor come from?” “A last-minute investor,” Phil replied mysteriously. “You’ll find out soon.” Bella squealed and threw herself onto the bed. “Yes!” “Thank you God!” Then suddenly she froze. “Mr. Sterling… Alex?” She scrambled to find the card he had given her and quickly dialed the number.

The program was starting to come to an end as the bidder said, "Alright, we have come to the conclusion of this wonderful event. We're ever so grateful to you all for your attendance and participation!" He clapped his hands together in appreciation. Continuing, he said, "And furthermore, this program wouldn't have been possible without the help from all our sponsors! These people are the main reason we're able to successfully achieve our goals in raising the funds we need. We appreciate you all!" He clapped his hands again gratefully as the guests clapped as well. "Our first sponsor who supported us with the catering services.. SAVANNAH'S RETAILS, we appreciate you.." he began calling out th

CThe noise in the entrance to the hall seemed to quieten as Zayn Graham stepped in. He was the major sponsor for the fashion show so the name ‘Graham Conglomerate’ flashed everywhere. Zayn wasn’t sure it was something he loved to see, but he was doing it for Rina. The media team and other journalists from TV stations rushed toward him, shoving mics in his face. His men stepped forward to create a circle around him, keeping his fans at bay.

“Their CEO—yes, the famous Adrian Wolfe—is backing the project. “This production is a collaboration between the best students from our school and industry professionals. And yes,” he added, raising a finger, “top directors, producers, and even some of the country’s most renowned actors like Dwayne Johnson,Chris Hemsworth, Kevin Hart, Chris Tucker etc will be in attendance. If you impress them, you could be signed. Elara swallowed hard. Her throat felt dry. Of all companies to sponsor the showcase, it had to be his. She could practically hear the irony laughing in her head.

That evening, the atmosphere inside the Yates Estate was painfully different from the cold distance we had maintained all day, yet the silence between us became far more suffocating than any loud argument. The bright lights of the grand dining room felt blinding, casting long, sharp shadows across the mahogany table. Around the table, William and my mother were in high spirits, excitedly discussing the success of the hockey game and the upcoming charity banquet. "It was a spectacular win tonight, Killian," William said proudly from the head of the table, cutting his steak. He then glanced at his phone, which was resting beside his wine glass. "By the way, I saw the updated corporate list bef

I laugh. "But first can we get some food, I am starving." I rub my pregnant belly. It feels good being pregnant by a billionaire; maybe this isn't bad what I thought it would be. "Anything for the mother of my children." He looks at me. As I watched him paid for everything without hesitation, I read the little machine; it says over 1K, and he turns his head and smiles. A billionaire can do things like this and still have money in the bank. If I do this, I would be homeless.

, I hung on him to pick the next call. "Good morning ma. Sorry to bring this very early but I just thought the earlier the better...." "Then go straight to the point", his introductory speech was pissing me off the more. "It's the fundraiser ma'am. The sponsors are redrawing their deals one by one, even the least as 'Peaches Gummy bear' have withdrawn themselves from the deal. It is because of the post ma", he continued trying not to offend me. "Why are all these happening this morning? It's not even up to 24 hours", I lamented.

They had banners and flags, and many were calling out his name. “Devil!” “Devil!” Substantial corporations sponsored the event. To her shock, The Diamond Hotels was a sponsor too. It had the hotel logos painted around the first level. Kate’s eyes scanned the VIP seats and saw familiar faces; politicians and reputable families. Various TV networks, including Braeton’s local, the BNC Media, were also present. ‘How could Carlos say this is not a serious match when it is televised?’ Kate wondered, and her heart ached, worried for Carlos.

“And this year, for the first time, our main sponsor comes from the oil and aviation sector…” Okay. Safe. I even started eyeing the canapé tray. I needed carbs before I tripped in these shoes and crushed someone’s dental bridge. “…please join me in welcoming and thanking… Romano Imperium Group.” My glass stopped halfway to my lips. I froze. Winona’s eyes widened like they’d been hit with a taser. “Oh shit.” Mr. Hawthorne gave my back a casual pat, completely unaware that my name had just been whispered back to me by a trauma wearing a sponsor’s badge.