Monthly Contest Novels & Stories

I said and Kay's eyes fell upon me in an instant. "What are you doing Mantha?" He asked in a whisper. "I said I accept the contest." "Good, I see you are quite brave." his dad said with a nod of his head. "That's it, the contest would take place next week, on Kayden's birthday," he announced and walked away before anyone could say any other thing. "A week... We have just a week." I mumbled to Cara. "Say goodbye to sleeping, I am never going to let Lauren defeat me," Cara mumbled, with determination in every one of her words.

Hearing him say he was terrified too was somehow the most grounding thing that had happened all week. "I'm going to fuck this up," I said. "Probably," Eli said. "We'll both fuck it up probably multiple times. That's how relationships work." "I don't know how relationships work," I said. "I've never actually been in one. Not a real one." "Then we'll learn together," Eli said. The meeting happened. The campaign was approved. Westbrook was excited. The launch was locked for Monday. And at 3:47 PM, when everyone except Eli and me had left the conference room, I realized the two-week agreement had technically expired.

"Winter, if the fact that we won doesn't make you happy, what would?" Good question. I don't have a good answer. I grab my phone, needing something to distract myself. "I'll check the next game." I scroll through the competition schedule and stop when I see tomorrow's event. "It's cooking!" I announce. "The next contest is tomorrow and it's cooking. We're going to be making intercontinental dishes." "Okay, that's good," Nath says encouragingly. "No, I'm not that good of a cook," I admit. Then I straighten my shoulders. "But this time I'm not going to pull you down. It says here it's a couple's game. I'm not going to be a failure, Nath."

The most anticipated cooking contest of all times finally arrived. The bright yellow sun cast its warm glow on the Simmer and Spice restaurant, the venue of the contest. Freya stood outside, her heart racing with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. She had spent days preparing for this moment, perfecting her techniques and studying the judges' preferences. The restaurant's warm facade seemed to glow, inviting her into the culinary arena. She took a deep breath, smoothing her apron and mentally preparing for the “Spice Masters” contest.

And I know it’s the reputation I cultivated, but I hate it and everything it represents. Before she can respond, Amora asks for everyone’s attention. “Today, we have a special event. Cataleya suggested it. It’s a competition, and we have quite the prize for the winner. Couple’s massages.” The crowd makes a pleased sound, and Lilly looks equally excited. Probably by the thought of beating someone at something. “It’s a competition to see how well you know your partner, or a friend of your choice, if you came without a date.” Amora smilesexcitedly, but I freeze.

I just started working today and heard from my colleagues about the fashion design competition that will be held next month. This contest is organized by Gloria. Once a year, fashion designers from all over the country will participate in the contest, the purpose of which is to promote Gloria's prestige and also help Gloria recruit more design talents. But Grainne was completely uninterested in this contest because the venue was in Gloria, and all the judges were leaders of the JK Group, Carwyn Levi was of course one of them. While working, the chat window suddenly flashed, Grainne smiled and clicked on the icon, a message sent by Mirror.

Are there any questions? ‘When do we start?’ Sarah Reynolds said, her face flushed and her dark eyes glittering with excitement. Drops of perspiration sparkled on her curly hair. ‘The contest’s already begun. Whatever you’re wearing, that’s it. There’s no returning to the village. Anyone who wants to drop out can do so. But the plane won’t return for three days.’ ‘And no doubt there’ll be aéeé iIess than complimentary letter to our company bosses if we refuse to take part,’ Ruth said dryly.

It was almost the highest lottery ever, and with only 24 people in the game, while one was definitely winning. "The best and hottest three months of this year are incoming! You can support your favorite designer on our website, and everyone who voted for the Crescent will get a special gift after the contest!" The host shouted over the chipping of the crowd, "And now let's welcome the sponsor for such an exciting event who will be announcing the theme of the Eclipse, Mr. Raymondddddd Reid!"

Nick and the sheriff shook their heads with amusement. Goldman handed Lance his credit card. “We want a big ass order of wings with ranch and blue cheese on the side and three beers. Keep the beers comin’. We also want to know more about this wet nightie contest.” Lance laughed. “All right, big guy. The winner gets a $700 prize, runner-up gets $500, and third place gets $200. The contest will start in thirty minutes.” “That sounds great, buddy, thanks,” Goldman said and patted him on the back.

"No, Mel. The contest is held biannually, and I've barely completed my first year since my last reelection. I still have one more year to go. The reason your department, the shoe department, is having the contest is because when Ethan took over, he dismissed the previous shoe department director for incompetence. Since then, the position has remained vacant. It seems he's finally ready to appoint a new head of the department." Ohh.... Mel nodded, processing the information. "I see. And the rules and processes to determine the winner? Any important details I need to know?" Liam paused for a moment, considering his response. "Well, the truth is, the rules and processes can vary from one contes