Hunger Games Sponsors Novels & Stories

"I can't, Ximena. You don't understand. These kids… they're counting on us. On me. I promised them a chance at a better future. I can't let them down. Not now." I sighed, flattered and frustrated. Admired how passionate Charles was, but it was starting to get unhealthy, this given mission of his. "What about corporate sponsorships, I mean… have you looked into that?" Charles nodded. "I've called every company I can think of. Everyone's pinching pennies these days, and nobody wants to agree to some long-term do-gooder project." My phone buzzed in my hand, and I glanced down in surprise at a text from Miguel. "Need to discuss merger details. Dinner tonight? Sorry for last night."

Luna’s heart pounded loud in her chest, this was the first she was seeing Honor since she and Justin walked in. “This is not a speech, anyway, it’s a decision I recently came to.” She paused. “Kosarin Entertainment is drawing out of the gala sponsorship.”

’ ‘He probably gave twenty million dollars just to attract Sienna’s attention, right? ‘No, it’s not just that. Don’t forget that the big sponsor on the list actually gifted Sienna ten million dollars to attract her attention and interrupt the conversation between Sienna and Kaden when Kaden went over to talk to Sienna just now! Therefore, the big sponsor must be jealous!’ This comment had the most likes. Sienna: “…” Great, they were really good at brainstorming. Kaden was also shocked by this big sponsor’s generosity! He could give Sienna twenty million dollars as a gift just like that, so such a person’s background and strength should not be underestimated!

"Thanks, man." "While Lance is giving out phones, let me proceed to my next announcement," Enzo roared among the noisy crowd. The camp stilled instantly upon hearing him raising his voice. "One of our sponsors gave us inside information. I will not be disclosing it today, but just know that such crucial info was able to make it possible for us to craft a plan with little to no chances of failing." Everyone cheered. "Sponsors?" Dylan turned to me. "Bennet is one wealthy werewolf. But even for him, it'll be hard to financially provide for this camp and its operations so it's likely that werewolves who support this movement is sponsoring him under the table."

It wasn’t just an introduction—it felt like a major league debut. Several big corporations attended, making it a high-profile affair. Among the notable guests was Adrian King, representing King’s Enterprises, Halliport’s most powerful businessman. His sons, Kian and Jasper, stood beside him to show support for Taylor. Charles Eros, CEO of Dowel Landmasters, also attended. His company generously sponsored the catering, feeding the press and VIPs like royalty. The team’s first jerseys and jackets were sponsored by Ronaldo, a fast-growing sports apparel brand favored by many athletes. When Carlos Ronaldo, the founder, appeared in person, whispers spread through the crowd. His presence alone sti

Lydia's carefree voice came from the other end of the line. "Christian, Joey's school is organizing a summer camp. It costs one thousand dollars. All the other kids are going. If I don't sign him up, I'm afraid he'll feel left out…" The moment Christian heard that, he rushed to reassure her. "Don't worry. I'll go withdraw the money right now. Wait for me." He hung up, all the madness from earlier gone from his face. He grabbed his jacket and slammed the door behind him without looking back.

He also paid several famous influencers to livestream the conference. The screen in the conference hall played the staged photos of his time as a volunteer teacher on a loop. Henry was sitting in the main seat. Although he looked haggard, he had forced himself to appear on stage again. He had also specifically changed into a crisp suit. Meanwhile, I remained silent as I sat next to him while wearing a pair of sunglasses. Henry cleared his throat and said, "To my friends in the media, I've been feeling extremely troubled by the videos and rumors that have been circulating online recently. Not only are they personal insults to me, but they're also dragging the name of the charity industry thro

"Why would they sponsor a rival to Elyce’s fiancé? Everyone in this city knows the Jordans and the Astors are joined at the hip. Why are they throwing cash at Neylan's greatest rivals right before the championship?" Coach shrugs, looking exhausted. "It's business, Aurel. Exposure. The marketing team said it looks good if they support the whole league, not just the Titans." "Yeah. Sure," I mutter. It still feels weird. High-society billionaires don't usually spend this kind of money on the competition. I remember the look Elyce has been giving me since the board meeting with our team. She didn't send an assistant or a lawyer to handle the initial paperwork; she fucking came herself. She sat a

Mia jumped in: “Zac! Someone's sabotaging Sarah's competition. The Chancer family refusing to sponsor is one thing, but they're stopping others from sponsoring too! It's terrible - must be Lucy's doing!" Suddenly, Mia looked at her brother, her expression brightening. "Sarah, why look elsewhere for sponsorship when we have someone right here?" Zachary's lips curved into a slight smile, his gaze intensifying as he waited for Sarah to speak. Sarah studied Zachary thoughtfully before finally saying, "Would Mr. Reynolds be willing to sponsor the competition? I'm sure it would enhance the Reynolds Group's reputation." She spoke without much conviction - the Reynolds Group's prominence needed no p

Hopefully, they could perform well to impress the selectors. It was four in the evening when Daleyza sent me the report of the competition. “Besides Prince Howard, we don’t have any major sponsor for our players, Ann. What will we do now?” I complimented her for raising this important issue as only Howard’s investment wasn’t enough to take part in the tournament, we were in dire need of two or three more investors to sail our ship smoothly. Checking the list of the football sponsors, I emailed their assistants once again, thinking inwardly.